Drudgery

Your small minds crush mine in iron hands
Your factory floor boots trudge.
And stamp on me. Make me smaller smaller smaller less and less of myself.
The mirror shows a faded face. You scrub its surface with caustic bleach. Scrub me away.
Keep scrubbing if you like. One day the mirror will be clear.

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