Men tell me I’m beautiful
And compliment my smile
They lose track of time
Simply by staring in my eyes
All the beauty in the world
Doesn’t make them stick by my side
When awe strikes out at 12
I sit and marvel at their demise
Men tell me I’m amazing
Wish they had a woman like me
May even proposition me for a night
If I accept, my beauty they cease to see
Men ask me why I’m single
They can’t fathom the thought of me alone
When I begin to explain my plight in love
I look around and they are all gone
-V.
I am V. 
Lovely poem.
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Thank you!
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Aww beautiful!
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❤️❤️ thanks sis!
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Nice poem. I know a few people who can relate…especially if you’re pretty and highly educated.
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Thanks! They want to look at us not listen or understand us.
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Exactly.
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