Three am and I'm in that park.

The trees rustle in the breeze

I'm here to meet a man

Not a sleeze.

Little do I know he's a human shark.

That's the hardest part.

He meets me halfway

He comments on my dress

I wait for the next step and

I'm molested with a caress

Barely keeping my tears at bay

What am I to say?

It's too late and my innocence is gone

How do I tell him who I count on?

If he touches again, I'll attack.

Yet, he keeps trying to take it back.

In this next part I try to get away

Nobody knows it still gives me pain.


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