She – who no longer exists
The one who chose looks over substance
In friends and men who left
And never looked back.
She had a “doctorate” of little use
On parchment the color of the Torah
Which translates to she knew all
There was to know.
Meaningless theories of who did
What to whom and why
From the feminist soapbox
Made in North Carolina
Of Brazilian rosewood
The price of an RX-7 to acquire.
Who at twenty-two had dreams
That included a billionaires’ couch,
A trip around the world to unheard of
Destinations aboard Spanish Airlines
And a sports car the color
Of the Mediterranean sky?
Who? Who? Who?
Where did she go?
The girl with dreams of men
Who understood and gave a damn.
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