
I have painted thirty-seven walls in echoing curses,
And I watch them judging me, even clutching their purses,
But I was not meant to be covered in round bruises
From the stones that they throw for becoming your muse.
-Jackie

I have painted thirty-seven walls in echoing curses,
And I watch them judging me, even clutching their purses,
But I was not meant to be covered in round bruises
From the stones that they throw for becoming your muse.
-Jackie