undress myself like the fruits I peel,
smear a bubble bath on tub,
shampoo and gels,I spill,
tingling my fingers in my hair and rub.
Thinking of my this morning's meal,
or last night's dinner date bill.
Crying in the bathroom hits different still.
Is it a time to think about cash?
wonder as I give the rubber duckling a wash.
All I'm screaming is his name naked under the shower,
men who makes you feel sub standard and lower.
Not going to use the razor or scrub now,
because my body no longer wants to feel wow.
YOU ARE READING
Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
