Confessions of a Party Girl

Her names are printed on the bottoms of cocktail glasses.

Her face is tattooed on the entrances of all party venues.

Miss party girl doesn’t require an invitation card. Swirling

in between crowds, rubbing onto strangers, constantly

bickering and binge drinking. She’s that loud talking female

calling out for more shots and dancing to every song.

She’s the life of the party, the world is her stage and the

night life is her muse. Dragging her feet in and out of night

clubs and bar hopping through the night. Dancing on tables

and flashing her lingerie; turning up every night.

Different crowds for every theme night. Busy signal is her hue,

her phone is always buzzing. Someone is calling her for a drink

up, night out, or party. “No” isn’t on her vocabulary.

Different phone applications to keep track on parties and events.

She follows all the event organizers and celebrities on social media.

Constantly sharing party photos on Instagram and twitter.

Hash tag, Celebrity party here.

Desperately prowling through the streets to gate crash parties in case

she has no invitation. A self confessed party animal looking for some

fun and attention. Doing average shit just to get a night’s satisfaction.

Her home is a haunted house giving off a rare stench that insinuates

crimes of the previous night. Her boyfriend is equivalent to that

fading shadow at dawn. She forgets about him at parties because

she is busy mingling with everybody, talking to everyone. Accepting

drinks from anyone. She knows the names of all the night club owners,

bar waiters and information on all events.

She’s the passive, pseudo event planner attending every function.

Miss busy body rubbing on to every male guest, giggling with every

female. She kind of knows everyone, or not.

Miss socialite with a party mental PHD.

The average corporate woman by day, socialite party girl by night.

Always ready to party, partying every day.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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