Washday

For so long.
fear was my favorite color,

it stained
all of me
with shame.

Warning

Don't air dirty linen in public...

People will think less of you...

Don't publish these words...

I rub hard on the facts of my life,
try bleaching with little white lies,
but some things just won't clean up.

I proudly wear a scarlet A on my chest.
The perfect symbol for my spotty character.

I will not be buried with white roses.

Good!!!