Some Things Can’t Be Cleaned

By Makayla Childs

Try understanding what it’s like to be human

A breathing individual with so much life

I mean we are HUMANS but we start off as rocks wanting to become more we work day and night for currency ninety hours only equal so much still a slave to dirt not enough to buy the expensive things not enough for cars or apartments but I can make a rock rocks take 18 years to mature when I was a rock it took me 12 cooking and cleaning scrubbing and more scrubbing the white floors never came clean the dirt remaining in the cracks

I keep scrubbing with hope BUT hope is lost.