She walks like unwanted change in a toddlers pocket,
soon to be banged and bruised
in a washing machine of long gawks and snide whispers
but it's all right because she has changed hands
too many times to count
given if she had the courage
she still wouldn't speak up for
she is a penny attempting to surmount to become a quarter
but pennies are never are appreciated
and are only picked up if so are their heads
it's awfully distasteful
on some days she believes she is too
it causes my stomach to flip
as if a pancake I will set out for her
but she has an eating disorder for compliments
which is why she's always found with her fingers down her throat
in a rebuttal to "You look good" or
"Wow you have beautiful eyes"
often you say sorry for all types of silly things
I wonder if sometimes you feel apologetic for breathing
for often so do I.