At Seventeen

At Seventeen

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone

Who called to say, “Come dance with me”
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems at seventeen

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, “Pity, please, the ones who serve
‘Cause they only get what they deserve”

And the rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity

Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
When dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown

They call and say, “Come dance with me”
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me at seventeen

—–

janis ian

At Seventeen is a song by Janis Ian belong to her seventh studio album, Between The Lines, released in August 1975. The song obviously told us about adolescent cruelty, the illusion of popularity, and teenage angst, as reflected upon from the maturity of adulthood (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/At_Seventeen).

So, what about your seventeen? Was it happy, healthy, or cruelty?

I don’t really remember, but i think i’m quite happy during those days. I have many friends at school, and yes, i love school. There’s nothing really cruel at school, even the teachers. There always annoying people, but it was interesting.

It was easy because i’m easy. I will never think about how people think about me. I’m not pretty, so it was easier because i can live my life as i am without worrying about how to make my self popular. I have a freedom to do everything i want without worrying my reputation.

Somehow i miss those days back then. My school, my friends, my favorite subject, my community, and library…

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