That damn bracelet he gave her,

she imagined was glitter and gold. 

Helped her paint what wasn’t there,

ignoring the true rusted color of mold.

See she thought he knew her,

that he wasn’t there just to please.

From his lies to lying down,

he knew his voice put her at ease.

Her body he controlled,

with empty promises & demands.

She fell hopelessly to every word,

thinking she must respect her man.

She felt a sensation whenever he called,

her baby was who she said.

Of course infatuated by perfect skin tone,

and they way he put her to bed.

She was full of denial,

that he could be a player in disguise.

For he often stayed a while,

so she often dismissed the nights she cried.

That bracelet kept her going,

her image of what love was.

To her it was glitter & gold,

unaware of what denial does.

Blinded to the damage of her mind body & soul,

he willingly did everyday.

Is why the bracelet was less of a sign of love

rather the chain of a sex slave.