Pretty as a slightly bleeding cut
But not as flamboyant as a bruise
Quietly shaking away from light
And secretly longing to show the ruse
A contradiction of the sad sort
To which the lower lip’s busted shut
As pretty as a small bleeding gash
To remember your past swollen gut
It’s hard to get on your knees
When your legs are broken
It’s hard to enter a plea
When your jaw is broken
It’s more difficult to breath
When you’re suffocating
I know a truth, and the truth is known
Closed both eyes, but one’s shamed to open
I choke the fear-it turns to vapor
Unconscious beneath but still hoping
Ugly as a brightly smiling face
But not as alarming as respect
Quickly learn to shake away light
Then learn to ignore what you’d expect
It’s hard to be a beggar
When your mouth is covered
It’s hard to pull the trigger
When your fingers are broken
It’s better that you were dead
than be suffocating
So foolishly brave like a man
But so destructively naïve as a woman
So foolishly brave like a man would be
But so destructively naïve as a woman is
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