Black

Bruises are bruises are bruises are black;
Try as he might, I'm not having him back;
The glow of my flesh is not for his kind:
He's been rejected, advances declined;
Should he return, he'll find my door locked;
Should he rap hard, my world won't be rocked
By the pounding that isn't my heart;
I can resist and that is my start;
I will be kept close and put to new use -
My mind as black as the black of each bruise.