I look up
and my eyes run soft.
I drip with liquid soap–
Am I sparkling?
Squeaky clean?
Am I just the way you thought I’d be?
Your face, affirmative,
but bent, maybe.
It hides behind a crooked tooth
that humbles you.
Oh,
you are humbled,
but I am subdued.
I look back down.
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Author:
Florence Mango (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Looking for validation from those who can't give it to you.
- Category: Love
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