Life in Progress

An impossibly old woman 

who taught my first year of English

made me read some tripe about some idiot

who saw the beauty in the eyes of a skunk.

 

We were taught the usual stuff

"Beauty comes from within"

"Believe in yourself"

"Write a one page analysis about how much you love yourself"

You get the idea.

 

I was 14

I knew that girls wouldn't like me

Because I wasn't the most popular 

or the Strongest

or the Fastest

or the Coolest

 

And now this dinosaur comes into my class

telling me all I have to do is write about it

and I'll sudenlly feel better about myself.

Give me a break.

 

I thought it was stupid

Until i realized I am the skunk,

Waiting for someone

to take a good hard look

 

 

 

into my

eyes

 

 

 

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