Dirty
“Dirty.”
The accusations whisper around me as I walk through the courtyard.
“Dirty.”
Unfounded, biased gossip and rumors.
“Dirty.”
Jealousy will kill us all.
“Dirty.”
My feet found the wooden steps, steady and sure beneath my composed facade.
“Dirty.”
Guilty of nothing but loving my husband while he discarded me for another. And another.
“Dirty.”
A hand on my shoulder, and my knees buckled beneath me. I raised my head high to stare out at the crowd.
“Dirty.”
Let them think what they like, believe what they’ve been told.
“Dirty.”
My head bows down to rest in place, anger shaking in my chest.
“Dirty.”
I did the best I could, better than anyone else could have.
“Dirty.”
At least my daughter will know my name.
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Do you know who she is?
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