Jasmine Braxton

i only remember the things

i try most to forget.

true or false

they hang on my conscience like the

linen i wear.

i dare not to air my

dirty laundry.

i do not remember innocence

as much as

i remember it being taken


so i will hang on my conscience

and feel my soles drag me closer

to the dirt and

maybe the day will come

when i wear too thin.

and someone will hang me

out to dry, and my sheets will air.

and maybe then,

I will be free.