There is this woman near me
in the bagel shop
who’s shorts are so much so
that I can actually see her vagina
She is classy, stunning
typically perfect and sculpted world-class
with a typical man
who reveres her looks
wthout knowing a thing of her intelligence…
the manicured obsessing over the manicured
She seems quite happy, alright
looking around for attention and receiving it
content with being a painting rather than a book
Making me wonder why I even care
Perhaps it is because when I stare long enough
I see behind the eyes
the cracks, the imperfections that have been painted over
multiple layers at a time;
this need
just for the sake of the need
to humanize even those vainly idolized
even those who need to flaunt their vagina
in a breakfast shop
to be told how flawed they are
and exquisit all the same
af
(written with pen on paper)
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