Men don’t compliment anymore.
You’re beautiful.
You have an amazing smile.
Your eyes sparkle in the sunlight.
Those words of adoration
don’t exist—
only barks from backseats of passing
Buicks as I cross the street, and
ass grabs on sidewalks from
horny teenagers drinking
fruit juice wrapped in
brown paper bags.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
Written for Frau Paulchen’s Lyrik Monat, which translates from German to Mrs. Paulchen’s Poetry Month. Today’s prompt for #frapalymo is “write a poem about the city.”
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Sad but true for many of us. Nicely done. 🙂
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How sad that there is so much truth in your words. Excellent Nortina. 🙂
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what a brilliant combination but a sad theme 🙂 no gentlemen anywhere or they are in hiding 🙂
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Nice
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