the men who I want to call me,
may not call me,
and I might be alone forever;
but I can paint.
And I guess I can write too; or at least, people are paying me to do it.

I can step back, and look at what I've created, and it's taken so much work and so many years of learning and so much effort and time,
but I've done it well,
and if that is all I ever have,
then well,
fine.

Fine then.