Stop it.
Stop calling me beautiful.
Stop saying I’m pretty.
In the middle of a conversation,
When I thought we were talking,
When I hoped you were listening.
Now I know,
You are not listening.
This in not a conversation.
I am talking,
But I might as well be squawking, chirping, growling, barking,
Like the other animals in the zoo.
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