Thoughts While Over Hearing Two Women At The Coffee Shop Poem by Byron Headrick

She said
She hates
Modern sexual
Imagery
Blonde
Size “C”
Minimum (Breast)
That
Somehow
Makes her
Feel less
Than
Sexy
When she
Curls up
Beside
Her man
Watching T.V.
Believing
Fully
That as a man
We
Are limited
Visually
To
Regurgitate
What we see.

DON’T

Sell
Me short
Like that
Because
My blood flows
With more testosterone
That estrogen.

I haven’t
Followed blindly
Since
That sixth
Grade
Fiasco
That led
To a broken
Nose
And
My broken heart

Experience
Has set my tone
Along
With my
Understanding,
That
Beauty
Can grow ugly
Quickly
That
Ugly people
Seldom are
And that
In the
End
It is more
The flavor
Of the cake
Than the color
Of the icing.