"Baby" is a Bruise

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Did you know you caused a massacre?

Your actions stuffing stockings full of concrete into open wounds,

Weighing down self esteem every time you tell her to smile.

Dog Whistle.

Cat Call.

She is not an animal.

Her name falls out of your mouth in a drawl- the word "Baby",

Seeping poison in self confidence- rest assured there's no consequence.

Dose women with fear, spiking beer,

now there's nail polish that changes colors to fight fear.

They'll tell you to be silent,

Hide the pain,

Cover up your hollow chest,

Color over the mirage.

You are nothing but a skimpy dress- begging to be brought down again.

Reevaluate.

"She was asking for it."

Weren't you?

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