Dance With Me?

The nails I paint bright and red,

My dress too short, skimpy and fitting…

My chest heaving and my long tresses swinging!

I sway to the tune like a cobra charmed.

They lust for my body, look at my face,

Our eyes lock and they quickly look away.

Their meandering thoughts scream

Not a girl!

I say spare me from being a boy.

They call me transgender

And I spit, “I’m none.”

via Daily Prompt: None
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/none/

Advertisements

Author: sabrina_aziz

Everything is better with some wine in the belly.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s