'Hang Out Your Dirty Laundry' - Poem by Linda Winchell
Go and hang out your dirty laundry
so that all the world can see.
What dirt lies in the weave of what you've worn
those hidden parts of what's not cleaned.
Pull each piece from your basket
go ahead, clothespin them on the lines.
For the sun will never bleach their stains
of what anothers eyes and ears will find.
Yet we parade them on the air waves
if they were some Military badges of honor and such.
Faceless, changed names of a hopeless people
who's lives have been tormented with their own discuss.
Does it give one some kind of pleasure?
To share the dirts pain that is imbedded there within?
Or is it confession they're looking for?
that approved cleansing of their dirty laundries sin?
Whatever the real case may be
go if you must, and hang them on the line.
And maybe with cleansing rain, time and sun
they will all fade from your view and mine.
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