poems that make me hate myself a little less

Yellow

The woman across the street

looks awfully beautiful today

in her pale yellow dress

as she waters her flowers

and gives me a warm smile

                                                                       but his hand on my thigh

                                                          reminds me of how I must lower my gaze

for my mother once told me

women were created for men

not for each other

                                                                     but love isn't a sin

                                                                     so until I convince him to let go

                                                                     I will never be able to tell

                                                                     the woman across the street 

                                                                    of how awfully beautiful she looks

and how i look for yellow

everywhere now