“Dirty Laundry”

Stepford smile, apron tight,

Sunshine's pouring but something ain't right

Fluff and fold, the laundry’s clean

But words I swallowed still stain the machine

Soap and silence, bleach and blame

They taught me manners, don't name names

But under collars, stitched so neat

Are secrets they don’t dare repeat

I’m washin’ dirty laundry, baby

Hangin’ truth out on the line

Cheer don’t clean this mouth of mine

Rinso can’t erase the signs

Tide won’t hide the words I scream

From deep inside the washing machine

I said “yes, dear,” held my tongue

now the curse words come out

“Poop, piss off, bastard, dick”

They spin around before the rinse

I’m washin’ dirty laundry, baby

With every drop of spite and sass

Cheer me on or cheer me out—

But I won’t shut my filthy mouth

Go to hell, I’m airing grief

Between the bleach and fabric sheets

They branded me a “lady,” sure—

Now I’m the storm they can't ignore

Washing dirty laundry, baby

Truth don’t fit in dainty drawers

I’m the stain that breaks the chores

Cussin’ in the kitchen wars

Let 'em gossip, let 'em whine—

This mouth of mine won’t toe the line

The cleanest wash in town?

Not anymore.