My poem called Saturday

Imma clean up today 

 Imma sweep my floora nd dust my shelves 

 Wash the dishes and wipe the stove 

 Imma hand wipe the walls and i might even spit shine the tables.

 Imma go through my phone and delete some numbers 

 Ignore phone calls from my exes

 Ill empty the trash in the house and in my phone

 Imma wash my sheets and my pillows

 Washing away the scent of fucking, so that my bed can be clean

 Imma clean up today

 Imma fold my clothes and put my heart up to dry

 Straining to force my feelings into their place, so they can stop cluttering up judgment 

 Throwing away old food and old thoughts 

 Dancing to my music as i clean

 Rearranging my auro to shine and be Bright 

 Imma clean up today 

 Imma even open up my blinds so i can see the light.  

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