Man in Uniform

So this week, there was a cop at my house interviewing my mom about a recent robbery in our neighborhood. I walked by; the cop was young and very good looking, so I smiled at him. He noticed me but did not smile back. This is a response to that experience.

The moment that my eyes met yours

I smiled sweetly, hoping for more.

But when you looked away in pride,

The flirty, giggly id just died.

I felt my heart shatter like glass!

I looked my best; my looks you passed!

Rejection— that was foreign before.

I check the mirror— something I wore?

A jerk, an inconsiderate brute!

A novice cop: bet he can't shoot.

To think himself too good– But wait!

It's shallowness I claim to hate.

Unlike weak men, you were not fazed

When into your blue eyes I gazed.

A lovely face fails to reveal

What eyeliner and blush conceal.

You wait for beauty of the heart

Of which mere looks play little part.

Next time a man's approval I seek,

An upturned nose, to me, is not bleak.