Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.

Soiled Soul

The dirt coats me

by now it is embedded into my pores

How long it’s been there

I know not


Perhaps years

Rivulets of a thousand heartbreaks

cut pathways through it

I journey miles

in search of a river or stream

to wash it away

But all I’m met with 

is a wasteland

littered with corpses

of those who were not strong enough

to travel my path

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2 thoughts on “Soiled Soul

  1. heavy, as usual…I guess we all have dirt like that behind us

  2. Snarkypants2016 on said:

    I would like a chance to travel that path with you a bit, if you want to take a chance on a friendship. That is all I can offer you – I have a family – but the friendship would be genuine., unconditional, and quite possibly loving

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