The Choices We Don’t Make
Your ace-ness has fed you a
comforting lie
It, your greatest discovery,
your friend and your downfall,
lulls you in with its siren song
of peace
of separation
It does not mean to,
it means no harm, only comfort
only you are at fault for the things you forget
Because three years on, familiar with the
way you shun the rat race,
the distance between yourself and the world of
dating, sex, relationships,
you forget what you are
How some people see you
They do not look at you
and realize
you will never have any interest,
they look at you
and see a woman and think you must want
what the others all want
(What the others all want
is never what they have,
but to them that fact means
nothing)
A pretty woman,
they say,
should never be without a man,
a pretty woman,
they say,
is wasting all her potential
living her life all alone
I could change your mind,
you know,
if you only gave me the chance
It’s unfair,
it really is,
women like you
when men are already so lonely
Don’t you realize,
your stubbornness,
your refusal,
doesn’t have to stop me
Your body,
they say,
my choice.
