• Hey Black Girl

Spring Cleaning

Hannah Flores | @hannahfloresthepoet



As I sweep the floors of this house

This body


You sweep things under the rugs

Leaving the pages of our stories to fade into dust

Turning our skins into doormats

You let all the houseplants wilt

Depriving this house of the extra oxygen that it needs

You've cleaned out the bookshelves and the pantry

Covered all of the furniture

Because you didn't want me to know how to know

How to cook

How to live and not just survive

You did not want me to have heirlooms


You emptied this house

So it wouldn't feel like a home

My home


So it wouldn't feel inviting anymore

Cleansing this house

To the point where it seems

That it was always vacant

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