Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird, fly Blackbird, fly Into the light of the dark black night
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.
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.