I wish I were just another pretty face
but men have rejected more than my mind
and my wistfulness comes in waves–
I have sad eyes and light behind them
that these men overlook. My face is plain
and my palms worn, and every dream
before even this one and the one before
offered on the discounted shelf;
an abundance of stock from leftover days
and my heart’s on the floor
© Grace Black
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