“Sink” by Michal Mitchell
I sit at my sink
And I wash my hair
I wash my hands
And I give a glare
I take some pills
From my vanity cabinet
Because looking too long
Can be quite the habit
I look at my sink
At all my washed hair
Sitting near the faucet
Piled down the well
Does over-washing hair come at a price?
All I really want is for it to look nice.
And what about the red
That come from my hands?
Maybe only then, others will understand
All I really want, is for the dirt to come off
All the mud and the rust
The disease and the wrought
And maybe only then
When I’m spick and I’m clean
My face won’t look tired
My eyes won’t look mean
My hair may remind others
Of the locks of the dead
But at least my hands and their colour
Will match my nails when they’re red.
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