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I am Mrs "Yes Yes" Robot Wife

  1. FranyaBlue profile image81
    FranyaBlueposted 8 years ago

    I just found this poem I wrote a while back. Looking back at it I'm wondering what made me so negative about my whole existence.

    I am Mrs "yes yes" robot wife.
    God could give me another life
    one where I get to pick and choose
    whether, this week, we win or we lose

    I work too much, all day long
    in the lab I sing their song
    then I'm home to wash something
    or cook, or iron, or fill in something

    Sometimes I will forget them all
    and sit here staring at the wall
    or be online selling things
    or venting out writing poems.

    I never argue, shout or fight
    I keep stuff in with all my might
    But it creeps out every once in a while
    It seeps out through a gritted smile.

    Sometimes I just want to wonder away
    wake up to a different house, country, language, day.
    Start my life with a new foundation
    somewhere remote and filled with liberation

    Off to somewhere green and clean
    free from people being mean.
    Maybe to the countryside?
    Just somewhere I can go and hide.

    I don't hate to be a "yes yes" wife
    but why does it cause such strife?
    when it doesn't have to be like that, in this life
    Cutting up my soul like a knife.

    A bit of understanding and trust
    these two things are a major must
    otherwise being a "yes yes" wife
    just turns out to be a horrible life.

    Watching 'A Home In The Country' or 'A Place In The Sun'
    I feel like I've been cheated, I ask what have I done??
    Why am I stuck here in this miserable place?
    sat here with this miserable face?

    No family near by
    or a friend to say hi
    And he works all weekend
    for what means? or what end?

    But everything keeps going on
    And I keep singing along
    to everyone else's damn song
    Life just couldn't be more wrong.

    How depressing is that! Well I'm glad to say that I don't feel like this anymore, but thought I would share it with you.

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      china manposted 8 years agoin reply to this

      God could give me another life

      I like your poem - and the line above says it all really, depending on some outside source is what makes you the robot, taking charge of your own life and being responsible for yourself, is freedom. 

      1. FranyaBlue profile image81
        FranyaBlueposted 8 years agoin reply to this

        I know what you mean.

        I really am the type that does take charge of my own life (As my entire situation HAS changed since then) but I think I just felt impatient on that day, I just wanted all the changes right away.

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      cosetteposted 8 years agoin reply to this

      wow, glad you don't feel like that anymore yikes

      p.s. A Place In The Sun is a great film. Monty Clift was at the height of his beauty then. that was also when he had a horrible car accident, and his face went through the windshield. you might notice in some parts of the film his face looks different.

      p.p.s. OOH Shelly Winters, i sooo wanted to smack her in that movie wink

  2. Mama Sez profile image72
    Mama Sezposted 8 years ago

    This poem is so lovely, though the feelings when you wrote this probably was not.  It is sometimes difficult to maintain harmony in a relationship without feeling like a robot, but you should eventually learn to balance and not lose your self.  It's good to hear that you don't feel this way anymore. Happy for you smile

  3. Mamelody profile image61
    Mamelodyposted 8 years ago

    how is it that everyone has a talent of writing poems except me?? sad

    But.. glad you ain't feeling like that no more.. wink

  4. FranyaBlue profile image81
    FranyaBlueposted 8 years ago

    Thanks for the comments. I think I was sick of my job and then I had a huge argument with my husband. I just blame it on the hormones! smile

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    philip carey 61posted 8 years ago

    There's an honesty that comes through it, and it flowed smoothly. I'm glad to hear that the feelings passed. I've had days where I want to trade my life for what's behind door #3. Nicely written.