It's like you love me but can't show. Itchin' to grab my face but can't hug me. Rushing to please my plate but can't hold me. Gripping me like how you squeeze my thighs oh wow they rise. Bruises from the chimney or the Bentley. Can't you stop to let me breathe. In the shower, you shoved me. In denile is what I be when marks arise. What a trade you left on my skin with no surprise. I thought this black skin was your way of feeling alive. But this Coco butter I rub on my legs before you raise your right hand, the night we wed. I gripe at the thought of your black power when his fist is raised. I didn't even so much to care if my menstrual was late. So insecure, standing before your reflection. I didn't know fate could close its gates. The purple, as I swerve to reject a slap to the chin. Your beating words again. What's love got to do with it, if I love you more than I love my friends? I thought it was bro's before those. Didn't know I abused the code. When I let you in, one eye swells in blue, and the other redness, steady puss. You punched every hour. I said to myself, "I wished that clock 'ull stop tickin'. He won't let up. There's a dagger in his eyes, as he pulls at my love in tragic sour."