My Pretty Beaten Face

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Father, don’t I look pretty?

My mouth is sore and my tongue is gone.

All I have is anger and love and I have smeared it on my lips and cheeks for you.

Is it enough for you?

Are they white enough for you?

Am I enough for you?

 

Father, I don’t like you hands when they’re in my mouth

I said “I don’t like your hands”.

 

Can I leave the chair?

Oh no, I didn’t ask it right.

Can I leave this chair?

Oh no, I didn’t ask it right.

May I leave this chair?

Oh yeah, that time I got it right.

 

I forgot my chin…

I want it on my chin.

I don’t want your help

I don’t need your help

Father, you’re ruining it

It’s too clean.

I don’t clean my face.

I never clean my face.

I don’t want you to clean my face.

Don’t clean my words.

Don’t clean my voice.

My voice is gone.

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