Blind men still care for their women’s beauty.

You’d think they’d -- at least! at last! -- be free.

But no, they ask their friends more desperately than ever.

Any man -- the most independent of men,

the most unique in his tastes -- feels his heart

sink or sing when he gets the judgment.

We live and die by the average of those friendly numeric ratings.

It must be easy to lie to those blind men who,

barely out of the just-departed girl’s earshot,

ask “is she sexy?” as if it ought to matter.

But it never ought to matter, and it always does.

Think what you will, women, but have compassion.

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