You told me I wasn’t worth a penny, my name’s Penny. How could I deny myself? You told me I wasn’t lady, fancy, you call me my baby. Why do you diminish me? The smaller I am, the easier you can control my wishes. You repeated these words until I thought I wasn’t me, broken images rehashed. I couldn’t escape the echo. Penny, go to sleep, penny here, Penny’s there, a coin worth cero doesn’t exist. Ambush! Tortured thought, a dilemma drowns in enemy lines. Don’t touch me any more, but I am eager to be cared within. Does care mean disbelief? You control as I let you touch the memories set to a hit song as I walk down the mountain of trust. You, you used the power I gave you, you mistook my gentle insight for a fragility you, you could dominate, but you, you are wrong. I double you wrong. I struggle to say you, your name after having lost mine after a battle of what’s true, what’s respect, what’s love. I won’t go back to you. And that’s that, come back, and you’ll find me not, nasty is not tasty any longer, yuck. I won’t accept words as true that diminish me. Not again, not ever again. I promise me a dove even as I endure pain.