Dark haired girl, you
Rub ashened elbows with the window sill,
Cursing your neck for not being long enough.
You can barely see inside
But you already know how this scene goes,
This is how it looks like from the outside.
You know you will still wear your pretty smile,
Even though it’s too tight around your chest,
As you serve up today’s cut of your soul
And lay it on his plate beside the vegetables
Then feel every bite tear your flesh from bone.
But you still won’t say a word.
Sad eyed girl,
You will learn to upturn the tables and raise hell,
Pick up your self respect laying at the door
Where he will no longer be wiping dusty lies off his feet
As he walks in to claim your body,
Because you own it, you always did.