I feel the bruises on my hips
Left behind by finger tips
Little spots of black and blue
Left so I’ll remember you.
I feel the bruises on my face
Where your fingers tried to trace
The outline of my blackened eyes
Hidden by cosmetic lies.
I feel the bruises on my chest
Where you hit me with your best
Black and blue and red and green
The ugliest that I have seen.
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