Dirty
Daniel Adame
How nice it must be for us
To have such a large wardrobe to choose from
To have great multitudes of faces to wear
And fragrances to mask our scent
How consuming it must be for us
To perpetuate the politics of our lives
To waste our precious moments mired in lies
And escaping the consequences of truth
How entertaining it must be for us
To dance so close to oblivion
To sing so loud in unison
That we drown the voices of the past
How dreadful it must be for us
To be left naked and vulnerable
When we are truest to ourselves
When we are treading the mud of obscurity
How surprising must it be for us
When we try to wash away the marks
Only to find the stains permanent
A constant reminder that we are tainted souls