Pink and red, the bruises start to form
a colorful rainbow in this thunder storm
Blue and dark purple, the older ones hurt more
as my Mommy covers them with make-up
so the police don't show up at her door.

Pale green, some of them starts to fade
I can still feel the belt buckle in my skin engraved
it has faded by now, to a yellow and brown
as Mommy looks on through an alcohol haze
to the bruises she placed all over my face

I scream out in terror
wondering what was my error
and when she is sober
make-up again gets painted on me all over.