Never been the type for dances.
Don’t much care for sweaty bodies surrounding me.
But I go anyway, you know?
Just for one of the few I call ‘friend’ and
Sacrifice a night of peace and quiet.
But I don’t mind that.

Though I can’t help but stare
At the others around me.
Flashy colours and flashy dresses
And the like.
Or lack thereof.
(And I don’t wear dresses)

One thing I’ve learned:

Stick out your *****,
Show some ***,
And just an inch of skin.
Suddenly,
I’m a ******* princess.