The Shampoo Bottle Speaks

This poem was originally a poem that I wrote from an assignment called The _______ Speaks. I had to take an inanimate object and give it a voice through a poem. So I chose a shampoo bottle thinking about what horrors they must see during showers.

The ABUSE, I can’t take

it anymore. It’s not

just the PYHSICAL

ABUSE, but the MENTAL

 as well. The PYHSICAL,

the SLAMING me on the

walls to get the shampoo to

the bottom of my bottle,

the hITTING with your

hand. I will let the

shampoo come to the bottom

easily, if you just ask nicely. But

the MENTAL ABUSE, I

can’t take the NAKED

bodies. I don’t want

to see them. And there are

so many of them. Different

sizes, little humans and

big humans, with different

skin tones. I don’t care

who you are…

I really don’t

want to see any

of it. All I

want is to mind

my own BUSINESS

and not see

YOURS