I'm not beautiful any more

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.

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