Sunday, July 10, 2005

Ugly Duckling

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone

Who called to say come dance with me
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen

To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen

("At Seventeen" by Janis Ian)

2 comments:

Merboy said...

I love this song, Miguel. Didn't we all, at one point or another, feel that we were ugly? I think it's part of getting to know yourself, and realizing that you are beautiful after all.

Pensive Fool said...

it's called an "insecurity attack". i'm writing an article about it. the song is its preface.