The Private Matter Poem by Dorsey Baker

The Private Matter



Your toothbrush
touching only
your pearly
white teeth
your hairbrush
stealing only
strains of your
long black
beautiful hair
your pair
of old dirty sock
to warm
your aging
feet only
its a personal
and private matter!
kept between
you and them
and nobody else!

Thursday, January 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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