Believe Him

Believe him when he says
your cheeks are so smooth
as the white tiles in his bath tub
even if they’re like shoes
waiting for a scrub

Believe him
when he whispers into your ears
your hair is soft as the gentle wind
even if the birds themselves
won’t stand the smell it brings

Believe him
when he shouts on top of his lungs
your beauty is akin to a morning sun
even if you look
like a worm-infested apple
left alone in a fruit stand

Believe him
‘coz for godsake
you tend to believe his lies
Everytime. Everytime
( tanga! )