For years, I held such secret pride
In my ability to do "housework".
I could wash and iron my own clothes
Before many in my class
Even knew these things were done.
I hung up the washing, and
Occasionally, I'd even clean the floors.
But I've lost all that now,
And my pride with it, to a computer screen
I find more interesting, and phone
Conversations I can't do without.
I simply haven't the time,
I tell my father, when he rushes home
Between four-hour meetings,
And warms up a lunch of what's been left,
Half-rotting and unclosed on the
Kitchen counter, because I had homework.
I know it, you know, that the house
Is in similar condition to the food,
And we're slowly going to ruin,
But it's easier sitting down and
Watching, while Lakshmi and Kumari,
Every afternoon and evening then,
Do it all for me.
A/n: I have never known how to refer to Lakshmi and Kumari, as I find the terms "servant" and "domestic help" silly and uncomfortable, so I did it in the simplest, most natural way.