Dear Diary

Clubs floor is large, comfortably dark
center filled with round tables an chairs
VIP area are private seated snugs
along one wall, the other occupies a bar
Stage at rear 3 steps high

Tonight am entertaining table 4 snug
A polite business party of 6
Serving drinks,  sitting on laps
being all smiles, listening intently

Quiet cos I dunno wot they is on about
Its noticed
So am asked where have I been
abroad
Am embarrassed now but tell the truth
In turn their unimpressed an carry on
I hide a flash of anger at being dissed
Smile, is just a job right ?
but me party moods crushed

I leave an ask me manager if
I can go early, faining womens
troubles
Thats when the argument started

"No you stay and finish your shift"
"But..."
"Listen, just get your fucking arse over there. Make em happy or dont get paid an dont come back"

I explode

whole club silenced as me verbal tiride overloads the decibel meter
Manager grips me upper arm, it hurts
as me fist slams into his face

I dont mean to be trouble
or lose me temper so easy
I do feel bad about it
but not sorry either

No one should make another
feel small
Dontcha think I know
how small I already am
How shit I feel already
an dont need reminding

That one moment
Him stepping back with bloody nose
I felt big
strength ran thru me veins

It dont happen often
so please
Dont take it away from me