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/

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