My footwork needs more practice.
                    This pole won't dance for itself,
                    But I don't want to dance with you. 
                     You are a horrible partner.
                    You never dance back, You never move.
                     You are cold, hard as steel.
                     like your heart, if you had one.
                    You are not the friend to dance with.
                    The audience cheers for you and I both,
                     But you aren't a good partner.

                    I work nights to keep my love safe,
                     But the work isn't.
                     My back against your chest,

                    not secure.
                     I bounce back to be toe to toe,
                     eye to eye.
                    You never point your toes or blink an eye.
                    I spin, clinging to you.
                    You still never move, if you could.
                     Money seems so value-less,
                    being thrown from strangers to my 
                     supposed,
                     maybe, 
                    "perfect"
                     body. 
                     You are degrading. 
                     Only making this worse.
                    " The whore "
                     is what you call me.
                     I don't call back.
                     someone does,
                     secure, safe.
                     The,
                     " Baby boy " 
                      isn't what you call me,
                     I call back,
                     someone does.