She wore long sleeved shirts,
Even though it was hot.
Her friends thought she was a cutter,
Even though she was not.
She wore saucer-sized shades,
Even though it was cloudy.
"I love wearing shades",
She'd say, oh so proudly.
The reason behind the long sleeved shirt,
And the un-needed shades,
Were to cover those ugly bruises
That just wouldn't fade.
Here's another woman,
To put up with violent abuse.
Here's another woman,
That to leave him would refuse.