Giv'Me Soap
Through life’s muck I trek
Picking dirt from all over
My heart when born as white as snow
And its weight? Light as a feather
But now I feel it weigh inside of me
I have to stop and take a breath
Because if I don’t I will fall and die
I need to clean it so I can live
Give me soap for my heart to clean.
Copyright © Marion Mwangi | Year Posted 2016
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