On the floor, my knees begin to bleed
From kneeling washing your clothes clean
The stains that are left on your shirts
Can’t compare with the pain I’m trying to avert
You thought I didn’t know, as I sit here washing your
shirts
The lipstick and stale smell of pussy on these shirts,
make me wonder about the dirt
The dirt we swept under the rug for our piece of happy
The dirt that makes me snappy and make you wonder what
did I do to deserve a woman like you
One who snaps at a whim to your asinine question, “What’s
for dinner?”
Being the
entertainer that I am, I host your stupid friends for football matches, putting
on a good face
and cheering on your winners and then you asked me "what's
for dinner?"
No, you
don’t deserve someone like me.
On the
floor, my knees begin to bleed.
From
kneeling washing your clothes clean
The stains
that are left on your shirts
Can’t
compare with the pain I’m trying to avert.
You had to
have known, what dirt I was removing
You smirked
and saw my pain as I was laundering, your sins
From my position,
I could have cracked you in the shin and broke the skin
your
promises to love me, have made my chest swell with anxiety
which one
does a man love? The one he lies to or the one who holds his truths
The things
I've done with these hands
The palms
that have seen blisters on end
From
wringing and crying, from crying and wringing
To looking
for solutions that bring you to say, "why you keep nagging?"
Oh, how I
hate washing these clothes
On the
floor, my knees begin to bleed
From
kneeling washing your clothes clean
The stains
that are left on your shirts
Can't
compare to the praise that has replaced my hurt
Powerful
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