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Janis Jan 'At Seventeen'

 

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired


The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen, I learned the truth


And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems, at seventeen


A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve
The rich-relationed home town queens
Marry into what they need
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly


Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise, when payment due
Exceeds accounts received, at seventeen


To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me


We all play the game, and when we dare
Cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting others lives unknown
That call and say come on, dance with me
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen

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