my confession

There once was a girl who didn’t know better

She would run, jump and play outside

but, the fun didn’t last forever


She started her female journey

New steps and products added to her routine 

Conversations of periods and sex were her new discovery


Looks, stares and hollers she would get every day

But she did not ask to be touched that way.


He was a friend, not enemy or foe

He did not ask to touch her

Her throat was dry, it wouldn’t let her pleading words go


The memory still haunts her

He reflects and tries to make amends 

But goes down the same rabbit hole, using force instead


He confesses his love, she does not accept 

“I will hold the power now”

The girl, now a woman, with a secret well kept.

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