I can only see in black and blue

Consent

Consent and blame go hand in hand when a woman tries to release herself from a mans

Grip or grind, not a step behind. The music controls you, or is it the drinks?

I cant remember. My visions blurry while the strobe lights reflect off my transparent glasses. My friend has blended into the dance floor, or has she fallen? No, shes up and walking, making her way to a room

Shes unfamiliar with his gesture to smell her perfume with his mouth. She smiles.

Her innocence emanating through the gaps in her teeth and hes mistaking it for opportunity.

She wore white today, how ironic?

Im wearing black. What better way to hide my purity than by covering it behind the colors of

The strobe lights glare in my glasses, but I keep my eyes ahead.

Hes found his way to my back pockets, but his hands are wrapped around my waists.

The party will be fun. The party will have our peers from the campus.

Funny how their true colors are louder than the strobe lights.

And the music.

And our voices.

Or are they just more important?