This article goes out to all of those who suffered the indignity of never being considered attractive. I feel for you in this wail of words.
There is such a vast barrier between the beautiful and the handsome that walls out all those who are not.
????????????????????????? Somewhere there is a machine,
that is operating non-stop
pumping out sheer despair
less any pairing at all
run by a somewhat lesser god,
turning out all the misfits of society,
to fill the quotas at bar's last calls,
to add to the wallflowers
standing around looking forlorn
at a dance's final song,
and bloating the membership lists
at lonely hearts clubs.
Not all things created are equal,
society has set limits to what is acceptable
and what is not leaving entire segments of populations
unseen, unheard, unmourned, unloved
Allen and Eleanor Rigby's
Nuns who got married to God
because no one else would have them
priest who chose a collar to hide their homliness
bums who live in cardboard cells
attractive to no one
the obese who were only blessed
with fatted calves but never a kiss
old maids who never cleaned up
well enough to woo a man
bachelors buttoned up and closeted
in a very lonely world
disfigured soldiers who were never
given the love of others for the freedoms they fought for
each left shunned for their cruel sacrifices.
acne scarred teens who are mocked
and left saddend by those with cute dimples, who never got pimples
Plain John's and Janes who go slowly
insane when their mirrors mock them
the handicapped both physically and mentally who are avoided by all
there walk among us many spurned souls
living out sad lives in a lonely haze
feeding on empty dreams
and becoming anorexic
gazing longingly at lovers
and then going home to a twin bed
that holds anything but a pair.
Parties of one who go with great
reservations to any restaraunt
Imagine the aches of
never knowing touch
sealed up orifices
and raisin shrunk genitals
beat into submission at times
but never caressed by another.
The unwed homely
who never have
a happy wedded home
the shy who shy away from love,
the totally unattractive who know the cruelty
of laughter from the other sex.
the list is endless and friendless
it extends farther than the three mile stare
of the ugly who have no wish to look any closer
at all of the lovers passing them by
life can be cruel but imagine the cruelty
of never enjoying life's finest offering......love.
those of us who are blessed
with the ability to attract those of the other sex
have known lonliness but it did not
become a malignant cancer
that ate away at ones very soul.
potters fields are full of such folks
who died all alone, unknown
only a number marks their final
with no I.D.'s they leaped from buildings
and bridges, or were found frozen to death
in alleyways or deep woods.
we see them every day and yet we don't
it is easier not to get caiught up in
the suffering we never had to bear.
the beautiful people are to those who aren't
something they can only wish they were.
but there are no wishes come true
when there is no one else to share the joy with
why did God create such a margin
between those who have it all
and those who never had anything?
No prom where they would
simply be promenaded
amidst the giggles and sneers
of those who aren't their peers.
no dates except birthdates
to remind them of how long
they have endured solitude.
take a minute and share a smile
at one of these lost souls
for someday when all your beauty
and handsomeness fades you
could become one with them.
that simple smile and perhaps a hello
would give them some miniscule form
of recognition that they still exist to others
It is a simple act
that would ease a lifetime of acting normal
when they know they are not.
No one hears their screams in the wee hours
in the acres of sheets that whiten
a king or queen sized bed
that holds only a pauper of love.
the gallons of their tears shed
could irrigate the Sahara
the word alone only contains one
I speak in this poem for all of those
who speak but are never heard
who gaze with longing
but are never longed for
who dream endlessly but then
they must wake up to a cold reality
Only death makes them equal
with all of the lovelier people
when the lovely and the ugly turn to bone
they are all exactly alike.
Beauty is only skin deep
but far too many have never even felt it
penetrate that far.
must be a machine
cranking out irregulars
tailor made for the missed hers
and Miss understoods of sorrow's
less than perfect plans.
They sit clothed in despair
with no need to ever get naked
except to bathe in their pools of tears.
Damn that machine why can't it be dismantled? why is life and love so unequal
to those who live without love?
That will be my first question to God
if I am blessed with the
opportunity to meet him
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III