You left me with cigarette burns on my left thigh
I never thought that you would be the one to hurt me
I was the boy in our heterosexual endeavors
Am I not supposed to be the one to typically beat you?
So what turned the tables?

So when I look at my thighs
I know that I am a lot less than what society expects
I am something that cannot even compare to the ****** standards set by abusive boyfriends and husbands
And I like to tell myself that this is a good thing
But somewhere in my mind, I know that I can't even be a *******