Thank you for my fresh black eye;
I won’t need eye shadow tonight.
It also compliments my broken nose;
I touch the white bandage and strike a pose -
Aren’t I beautiful when I’m in pain?
You must think so; you hit me again.
I’m not complaining; I love my split lip,
And the purple bruises on my thighs and hips.
And the cigarette scars on my arms,
Are like little red tattooed hearts -
And my friends say you don’t care about me -
Ha! Just look at my body.