I know they can all see it on me
How I am not adorned with lace
I smell different
Less pretty
I feel less supple
Kiss? Kiss?
I feel those are too delicate for me
They like to turn me around
That’s why I’m not washing their laundry
Hanging up their clothes
I know they can see it all over me
I feel it with their rough hands
And I feel the lies they spit all over me
Drip all over me