I empty my pockets to make space for pain I hold onto
Letting it fall to the floor like the fallen men of police brutality
I wash my whole life off in the shower
Trying my best to use every intricate thought to maneuver around ever part of my body for a temporary feeling of physical cleanliness
I rinse my mistakes out of my hair
Shampooing with the word of Allah or Jesus
Whichever speaks louder
Conditioning with the words of two opposing parents
I brush yesterday from my teeth
Strongly considering replacing toothpaste with poison to kill the lies that had once lived there
I use my razor to shave off the extra layer of exhaustion
Trying my best not to remove too much
So I can remain my true self
Lastly I use my nail clippers to cut damaged connections
Getting rid of all but one
The one between me and I
Because I, myself knows when something is too valuable to let go