Blessings & Curses

And I could see it
She was so charismatic
Wearing shoulder-pads
And chips on each side

Under-endowed
In the looks department
But with drive
And imagination

She could do it
Almost anything
With her mind
Turned to it

And I saw that
And she hated it
Her lack of
Intrinsic beauty

Despite all
Her other gifts
She’d filed away
Like tax returns

In that man-made
Iron filing cabinet
With its shiny sides
And deep drawers

And no way
Of finding anything