"girls, girls, girls.
all giggles and flirting
and lingering fingers on forearms.
batting eyelids and playing with
and wearing low-cut tops
to get away with 'forgetting' your ID
at the corner shop when you
neeeded more cigarettes.
being perfect, being dainty,
being too weak to push the boy off
at the party
who was sure that
'you wanted it'.
counting calories, counting looks,
feeling proud of feeling hungry.
having a tongue as sharp as the
broken bottle in his hand,
and eyes that could shoot daggers,
because you know that no prince
will come to save
the damsel in distress,
she had to save herself."