Kudzai Mhangwa Poet Free verse

Dirty Laundry

Time to do this dirty laundry
Garments stained with the red of earth
Wines and berries on the fabric
A foul smell leaps over the clothes
Some of these made me itch
Flies make mountains of my garments
Their new terrains to explore.

I never enjoyed doing the laundry
I hate the rough rub of jeans on my hands
And the smell of onion sweat
Oh and the dirty water that remains
Then I have to wait on the wind
To blow away all of the water
And finally I can step out in them, unashamed.

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Andrea Dietrich November 8, 2017 at 5:05 PM Glad to know you meant this metaphorically!

Andrea Dietrich August 15, 2017 at 6:31 PM Oh, my to do it all by hand would really be difficult. For me , this would be metaphorical . I really enjoy seeing this poem, and to imagine having to do laundry this way!! Kudzai Mhangwa August 17, 2017 at 10:58 AM Thanks for stopping by Andrea! The poem is not about actual laundry though....