I am dancing clinging on to a pole in a bar...
Just as I am clinging on my life, to survive far...
High music, flashy mob, lusty faces all around..
My body dancing to all the rhythm and sound...
This is my secret life that I am embarrassed about...
I have been carrying this humiliation all throughout....
There are people who enjoy, encourage and accept the bar dancing...
Its just that they don't accept me for such dancing...
But suddenly, why should I feel like a rotten tomato....
Afterall I am beind forced for survival to dance to the toe...
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