Purple Was Never Her Skin Color. Poem by Stephanie Nicole McKean

The way she flinches when he starts to yell,
Says it all.
she swears he's nothing but sweet, until closed doors.
She never comes out a night,
Nothing but trouble that brings, she explains.
Theres no such thing as tanktops and shorts for her.
Sleeves and jeans, keeps people from asking what happened.
She was always bad at lying, but she's getting quite good.
She trys to look away, but look deep down into those blue eyes.
You can see it all.
Every story, every lie.



Purple was never her skin color.