Pin Me Up Like a Poster [poetry]

Cheap

I put my heart on sale for a man
Only to find out that man was a dream
He prefers to pay prices off clearance
So I put my heart back on my sleeve

I pass the clearance rack with dismay
Every time I come to this store I cry
It still doesn't make any sense to me
He narrows his eyes and never tells me why

I'm thinking maybe retail isn't for me
Especially if I'm not going to be featured
And just thrown on a rack with the rest
So why not just become a maneater

My body was a blank canvas,
my home and a commodity
and no it don't bother me
to have been willing to let him paint

But you see, I'm a novel full of black pages
He never even cared to pick the book up from the shelf
Overlooked me at the bottom of the bookcase
Refused to believe poetry could ever help

And I still rumble with the television
Lost somewhere in the white noise
He left me wondering if I'm only static
Too cheap to for the rich girls and boys