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I walk around in my everyday suit
One which consisting of jeans and blouse
Walking through the hall of a store, stopping to acknowledge an ad with a common woman
Found the shot into my cornea saying “Pretty” and “Gorgeous”
The woman with a pretty dress smiling ear to ear
Quickly noticing being next to mirrors, how crazy of an aisle
Looking at my plain self just a normal woman
No pretty dress, no pretty shoes
Just plain old me
I get out of my trance, not letting the “pretty” standard get me down
I go three aisles down, to the pasta section
Where I see men, hoarded around like dogs wanting treats
As I looked closer, my simile couldn’t be more precise
There stood a “pretty” woman asking for help carrying her groceries
The men kept saying that word to her all demanding they help her, as I depart to other aisle
It is hard not to feel bad while thinking of your past
No one has ever called me “pretty”, No one to help me in my need
Just blending in to the background like everyone else
That “pretty” woman somehow made me jealous of not being noticed, not to her extent of course
Just a simple “hello” or a “hi” to lighten my day

Description
I walk around in my everyday suit
One which consisting of jeans and blouse
Walking through the hall of a store, stopping to acknowledge an ad with a common woman
Found the shot into my cornea saying “Pretty” and “Gorgeous”
The woman with a pretty dress smiling ear to ear
Quickly noticing being next to mirrors, how crazy of an aisle
Looking at my plain self just a normal woman
No pretty dress, no pretty shoes
Just plain old me
I get out of my trance, not letting the “pretty” standard get me down
I go three aisles down, to the pasta section
Where I see men, hoarded around like dogs wanting treats
As I looked closer, my simile couldn’t be more precise
There stood a “pretty” woman asking for help carrying her groceries
The men kept saying that word to her all demanding they help her, as I depart to other aisle
It is hard not to feel bad while thinking of your past
No one has ever called me “pretty”, No one to help me in my need
Just blending in to the background like everyone else
That “pretty” woman somehow made me jealous of not being noticed, not to her extent of course
Just a simple “hello” or a “hi” to lighten my day