My Exotic Prince 2020 Poem by Paula Glynn

Coming from humble beginnings
I always wanted to be the one winning
I left behind an average boyfriend named Steve
He was an office manager
Boring for my young woman's ambition.

Walking into a glamorous nightclub
I met many vibrant and colourful people
Fashion at its very forbidden appeal and height
And I tried to fit in with fickle fashion with all my might
Spending money on clothes for those exotic nights.

Soon in the lustful clutches of an exotic prince
His mysterious brown eyes and cinnamon skin
Melting my easily influenced heart from within
His body made of strength and desire
With me thinking it meant something: like addictive fire,

Where wild women do and celebrate like a party girl
With alcohol and dancing to music blaring loudly
While the handsome men in the nightclub predict their fate
Women in the work morning to be fashionably late
Treating their hangovers with coffee and a clean slate.

Soon things started to unhappily change
He would act distant and strange
This turn of events showing the situation
Had permanently changed for the worst
And me the average Jane was left abandoned and hurt,

Returning dejected to my hometown
I didn't tell anyone what had gone down
Except to Steve: and me he did rightfully believe
I had been truly innocent and naive
And I had been a fool to believe,

That the class divide does unfortunately deceive
Regular people yearning to be someone they're not
Regular people right to think, consider and conceive
That their working class does work respectfully hard
They to gain social status and ride a glamorous yacht.

And Steve is my hero: not a fake or fraud
A decent man I wrongfully and stupidly ignored
But now we are married I remember my exotic prince
And words I shall deliver hard and not mince
My wonderful and regular Steve is my real exotic prince.