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Sunday, 7 September 2008
One Of The Girls
I’m at this party right, and it’s banging,
Everyone’s plastered. I’m drinking cider
and Rosie and Kate bought Twenty-Twenty,
strawberry flavour, gets you pissed well quick.
Anyway, I know I’m looking good right,
borrowed Tara’s mini-skirt, and Jolene
did my make-up. The girls say it’s my turn,
say the boys say I’m tight. Tonight’s the night.
So Zach brings me a beer right, starts getting
frisky. Takes me to the upstairs toilet,
downstairs got blocked, Sarah’s mum’ll go mad,
says ‘lie down’, so I do, sort of, there’s not
much room. Then he does it. The girls never
said it hurt. But I’m one of them now, right?
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2 comments:
This is my favourite, Amy. It's tangible and full of detail.
This poem was written on the theme of 'Belonging'. I wanted to look at the pressure placed on teenage girls to fit in and be part of the crowd, whether through drinking, sex, smoking etc.
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