Teen Poetry Collections

Scrubbing Helplessly

by Rhea (age 15)

The dirt is always there,
It never goes away,
No matter how hard I scrub,
Because the customers’ touch
Soaks into my soul.
The way they touch me
Is not a positive touch.
They’re demanding
And I’m the product.
They want to use the product.

The guys keep coming back for more
Because they want satisfaction.

There’s a cloud over my shoulder,
I can’t be who I want to be.
I have to act, put on a mask.
It’s artificial, it’s not me.

The real me –
Courageous, humorous, outspoken,
Down to earth.


Dedicated to my own self-control