Pretty
They saw you naked,
And yet, fully clothed,
They saw your skin glisten,
Despite the bruises and scars,
That you intended to shroud,
They saw you naked,
And they loved it.
A touch of a hand,
A raspy Mississippi muttered,
And despite your abashed flinch,
His chest swells with pride,
Tonight, as he sleeps,
The stroke of your finger restored his hope,
And he loved it.
And yet I hear the cracking of a whip,
See the scar it left as it touched your skin,
The sharpened blade glued to your sleeve,
You gashed your back and slept of ice,
But your broken heart mended two,
And despite your denials every night,
I know you looked pretty today.
Copyright © Niyomi Shah | Year Posted 2017
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