they all tell me im pretty.
i do not need to please by sitting on their laps or allow their wandering hands.
i do not need to endure the relentless comments about how i will never find better and accusations that I have.
i do not need to allow the gross misconduct or the degrading words.
the more you put me through, the more the compliments mean.

Compliments that only spill from your lips
when they are swollen because of mine.