channel blue.

pink matter.

i twirled the blunt in my fingers and stared at it as if i was contemplating something. the blunt touched my lips and kissed my soul. i inhaled and exhaled trying to release some type of hatred i had within myself. the smoke wandered all around my section of the dressing room. the other girls were too tired to even tell me not to smoke in here. i could see the bothered look on their face as the loud smell infused the air.

at this point, none of the girls even try to come at me with anything. i shut everyone down and constantly zone out. anyone can easily tell im easily bored with their brainless conversations. nobody cares who you saw, who you met, who you slept with, who you're trying to impress, or where you went. the girls at this club give us strippers a bad name. they're so stereotypical.

ive been dancing since sixteen. im currently nineteen and am trying to get my life together. im not like the other girls. i have aspirations and dreams. i want to leave the club and become successful. there's more to life than working at the club. i love the easy money, but i want to earn it without using my body.

all this thinking and pondering wasted my whole joint. it was almost show time. five more minutes and ill be on that pole dancing for my rent, food, daughter, and school. not for a new chanel bag but to make a living for myself. unlike everyone else, i repeat, i have aspirations and goals.

i fixed my hair, and i touched up my make up. i looked at my two-piece with disgust and was so close to just ripping it off. the top was a studded green bra and the bottom was a matching boy short with the word "suga" studded on the back. yes. my club name is "chelsea suga" .. repulsive? yes, i know but joseph thinks it's "sexy and appealing."

ding. ding. ding.

it's showtime.