The bar girl shyly confesses <br />That she has fallen in love, <br />The first time since barely a child. <br />Embarrassed by this strange and lovely weakness <br />But hardened by such long experience, <br />This feels good, <br />But oh how she worries; <br />Vulnerable is something <br />She thought she had long forgotten. <br /> <br />Most customers are harmless, <br />No hopers, pleasant and delightful, <br />Just as shy as she suddenly feels right now. <br />But when the few lash out, oh so fast, <br />So unprovoked, nasty boys in men’s bodies <br />Tip her scales, <br />Of course she’s now wary, <br />Softened flesh scars: <br />She feels afraid of being afraid.<br /><br />Philip Spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/confessions-of-a-bargirl/
