I couldn’t help but to smile under my Jackie O’s,
after being hit on by some 20-year-old,
who stared like I was a spread-eagle centerfold,
a boost to my battered and tattered ego,
I was dressed like a Female Assassin en Vogue,
a hoodie and shades, cause that’s just how I roll,
but the kid still told me that I was beautiful,
as he passed me by on his way out the door.