Love With A Fist

Rackets and Drapes

The bruises on my skin are all from falling of the swing


My daddy likes to buy me ice cream, for my blackened eyes


Daddy loves me with his fist


Daddy loves me with his fist





I never want to go to school because they laugh at me


They point their fingers at my birthmarks all over me


Daddy loves me with his fist


Daddy loves me with his fist





Mommy wont you stop your crying


Daddy always says he's sorry


Mommy tell me why you're crying


Daddy says that he's not leaving


Mommy cries when daddy's drinking