I was once told
That in the kitchen was where I belonged.
Since I am a female
I should be scrubbing floors
And preparing supper.
I wonder how he felt
When he raged about the paint he'd spilled
And watched me scrub it off of the floors.
Did he remember his words from before?
Or was it lost in time
Only an echo shouting at me
From inside
As I scrubbed the floors.
The Floors 8/6/21 00:13
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
