You cannot love a man who hits you
they say
You cannot stay with a man who hits you
Apparently it drains your self esteem through a sieve of punches

Yet is esteem the final dented can in this warped production
I would hardly think so
I'm too busy fighting my own frenzy
what kind of feminist am I
to tolerate this on the same bed with the four peach walls that hold us in
what kind of sadist does that make me
to know I will forever
want the man I cannot have and he will want me the same way
too

I've said this before
They had me when I didn't have them

You cannot be with a man that hits you
They say and I agree

But life lives in the anger within a fist
It knows enough to hate
It hates enough to inspire
It inspires enough to love

You can't be with a man that hits you
They say and I agree
But it doesn't mean you can't love him
and it doesn't mean he doesn't love you