You spit on my face...
And you call me "whore"
But I am merely a girl,
a girl without lipstick.
Not much different that yourself...
Except I am not fueled by hate,
I am not controlled by anger.
You beat my body black and blue...
And you call me "bitch"
But I'm not that much different than you...
I am a girl,
a girl without lipstick.
A girl not fueled by hate,
a girl not controlled by anger.
You spit on my face...
And call me "whore"
But I am merely a girl,
a girl without lipstick.
            -- January 18, 1998
                        © Copyright 1998 Jessica Elkins

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