Dirty


 My mirror is dirty

And I can’t wipe it clean

I know my worth


But that’s not who I see


How can my body


God loves so much


Not be the one 


you yearn to touch? 


Day after day


I fight an urge


To mar the image


The painful surge



Pitcher

  Many say they’re tired But does your skin fall from your bones? Do your eyes sink in the sockets And your mouth go dry as stone?  Some peo...