On Being An Intellectual [an original poem]

i wish i was a man
i wish i was a tall man
with sunken tired eyes
a thin long scarf
a suit
a pensive aloof gaze
and a book to read aloud
with a smooth deep voice and relaxed tones
would you listen to me then

♥ · ♥

i wish i was a man
with expensive shoes and tattered socks
my steps echoing on the sidewalk
passing shops
a light gray sky
the wind mussing my hair
would you watch me then

♥ · ♥

i wish i was a man
blue eyes
and scruff
long fingers not too fat
a secure stance
would you…

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