Like the wind speaks to the trees
His heart spoke to her heart
And two became one

Her body is broken. Tainted with scars ,
Each scar representing the stroke
of the brush of the  painter she swore forever  to.
He promised to add colours to her life ,
And by god he did .
The red that spilled from her broken lips ,tasted an awful lot like blood.
The black around her eyes, a canvas presented to her with his fist.
The purple engravings on her skin were tattoos from his leather strap , the symbol of his manliness.
He said he loved her ,
And O! he showed it
by the sweet kisses he planted
on her broken jaw .
Every part of her he touched, every inch of her he designed
She was his work of art ,
his broken work of art that hung
magnificently in his gallery.

They  say  ;
She is too ugly to attract a  beautiful man .
She is too pretty, she is a ****. She attracts every man.
She is too imperfect to meet up with the world's standard of beauty.
She is so perfect she must have had her body done.
She is too short, too thin ,
She is too fat, too tall,
She is too black , too light skinned. too comfortable in her own skin.
She's got natural hair, she  needs to straighten it out .
Her hair is too straight. She is artificial.
She hasn't had that first drink yet.
She can't go a day without the bottle .She is too modest
She shows too much skin.
She is too soft, she cannot make it in a man's world.
She is too hard, too arrogant for her own good.
She says ;
Let them say all they want.
These eyes will never lose their vision .
These eyes will remain unblurred.