Ruth Schreiber

I’m not beautiful any more

I’m not beautiful any more.
The yellow cabbie is surprised
you want me with you in New York,
‘A family man, now that’s nice’.
The lady in the art class says
I’m lucky you invite me
to your posh business dinners.
Just when I was learning
to accept my limitations
they add that
I’m not beautiful any more
and they can’t even see
my stretch marks.