I can't be won by hollow compliments
And plastic foliage.
I know their thoughts
As their chairs inch closer,
Their hot breath on my neck.
Some are tall and white,
Others dark and handsome.
Inside is the same man
With one line
And one intention.
But while they whisper their transluscent words,
While they pour out
"You're so beautiful"s
I realize I'm no more important to them
Than their girlfriends,
Who have no clue
Where their perfect boyfriends are.
Their hands move closer to their desired destinations,
Suprised when pushed back by mine.
They wonder why I don't fall for their lies.
The reason is simple:
I know that I deserve respect,
I know they won't give it to me.
To them
A pretty face,
Is nothing more.
What they don't realize
Is I am not
A pretty face.
***This poem is still VERY rough***
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2 comments:
I think if you play around with word choice you can definitely make this a very powerful piece.
also, the line "to them/ a pretty face/ is nothing more."
i found myself wanting to hear it followed by a "than______"
maybe try to fill in that blank?
Wow. i like this alot.
"I realize I'm no more important to them
Than their girlfriends,
Who have no clue
Where their perfect boyfriends are."
Very nice
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