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A Poem by Stephen Norton

It's very hard to find a girl who actually likes you for who you are. Most women want to know if you have a good job and lots of money. Or if not it's ok if you're 6'4" and have a 6 pack. But they won't marry you. Unless you also have that and also the money too.

Women deny it all the time, but it's true. They won't bother getting to know a guy unless he has x, y, or z. And I don't want a woman who likes me for those reasons. What if I lose everything, will you no longer love me? What if there was a nuclear war and we were all left to scavenge and farm. That big job at the law firm wouldn't mean anything.

What would matter is having someone who you could truly love and trust.

We are a peasant society with the expectations of royalty.

We have no loyalties.

We don't bond anymore. Except through LCD screens and through 140 characters or less.

We care about status. The working class kings and queens. Whatever happened to romance and falling? Did these things ever exist? Or were they always just a childhood fantasy. The idea that someone can love you for who you are on the inside. And not for what designer labels you wear, what foreign country they'll take you to, or the depth of their bank accounts. We treat relationships like venture capitalists looking for solid investments for the future. What's the potential payout? Where is this person going to be 10 years from now?

How about investing with your heart? How about looking past the labels, into someone's soul? What's the potential payout if you love someone truly and deeply for the person they are, despite the crumbling mountains of debt around you. The American dollar won't last forever. Would you be a senator of fallen Rome? Would you be a slave trader after emancipation? What do you have left after all material is lost? Look inside yourself, despite that exterior beauty. Is the reflection looking back at you anything but ugly?