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He Calls Me Princess
Marzell Barker

                                                                                                                                                        He callls me princess.
The smile on my face is large and happy
My friends have arrived for a girl's night
                                                                                                                                                                           Keep quiet
We start off with giggles and laughs
We gossip about the boys in our life.
                                                                                                                                     Make sure the scars don't show
It seems I'm the only one with a new guy
I let them know how sweet he is.
                                                                                                                            He let me turn off the lights this time
They want details about our sex life
About, whether or not he is a good kisser.
                                                                                                                            Every time he touches me I feel dirty
They all gush and fawn teasingly
Their normal girls...unlike me.
                                                                                                                        When I say no, he says it turns him on.
We start singing old boy band songs.
The smell of popcorn is heavenly.
                                                                                                         His smell always lingers hours after he is gone.
Mom knocks on the door laughing at us
She says my boyfriend is on the phone.
                                                                                                                                                    Don't worry I won't tell.
The girls peek out from the corner giggling.
He asks me if I am having fun and is everything ok.
                                                                                                                                                                No one will know.
I tell him to stop worrying, and that I miss him.
I can hear him smile over the phone.
                                                                                                                              You don't have to prove you love me.
We make plans to see each other tomorrow.
His voice is soft in the awkward silence.
                                                                                                                                                        Please don't make me.
"Are you SURE you're ok?" He asks.
I bottle it inside and say I'm fine.
                                                                                                                                  No one would believe me anyway.
The main door opens and my heart stops.
My mom greets my father with a kiss to the cheek.
                                                                                                                                                     I don't want to pretend.
I try to hurry to my room in my pajamas
He catches me in a big hug and kiss to the cheek.
                                                                                                                                            He calls me his little princess.
His voice is soft as he whispers
I'm HIS little princess.
                                                                                                                    I smile and say the girls are waiting for me.
If they're here you won't come tonight.
                                                                                                                Mom wraps an arm around him as she smiles
I ran up these same stairs the first time.
                                                                                                                                      The girls greet me with questions.
Why are you running princess?
                                                                                                                           I giggle along and put in a horror movie.
I could not get away.
                                                                                                                                            There were gasps and screams.
He wouldn't let me scream.
                                                                                                                    The end of the movie brought sighs of relief.
He sighed when he was inside me.
                                                                                                                    We stayed up for another hour or so talking.
He liked to talk after, about his day.
                                                                                                                                     We all cuddled together on my bed.
He left me crying, clutching myself.
                                                                                                                                   I stayed awake hearing his footsteps.
"My little Princess." 
                                                                                                                                                             For one night I'm safe.
                                                                        For one night I can sleep
                                                            For one night I won't have nightmares
                                                                And one night I'm not his princess...
                                                                                   I'm just Alice.
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