Dolly was dirty from playing some games
And went home to have a wash
She got some soap and a cloth
And had a good wash
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She scrub scrubbed away
For most of the day
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She clawed at her skin
To cleanse within
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She was all red and all sore
But she tore and she tore
But the dirt just didn’t come off
She chiseled at the bone
Sobbed for what she didn’t know
But that dirt just never came off
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She was clawing from the outside. There is no dirt outside, that’s the illusion. The dirt will only come off through chiseling inside.
I like this poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Unknownanon,
the dirt never comes off, it sticks forever! but try to stay clean! keep off new dirt.
Unknownanon,
I like this poem. Thank you for sharing it. 🙂 my hero said that. she’s very wise.
Wow, that is pretty dark. Strong stuff. Well-written. Good work!
Not intending to sound like some random teacher…
This poem made me cry reminds me of the feelings of when i was raped.
I hope you were never sexually abused and this is your reason for writing stuff like this.