I was fourteen, the day of my first date
A friend of a friend, a blind date
The night was cold, but loud
Stadium lights shining bright
Homecoming couples giving dirty looks
Stares of disgust and disbelief
The South isn't too kind to folk like me
Walking hand in hand with another man
He was seventeen, and in retrospect
He obviously wanted something more
I was innocent, young and dumb
I thought he was just real sweet
Until he started kissing me
Whispering his desires in my ear
I had just had my first kiss
But he wanted so much more
He offered me drugs and sex
Talking of cocaine and 'spunk'
Honestly, I was worried
But no one had paid me mind before
So I reluctantly went along
While he kissed me more
I'm glad homecoming ended
Since it meant he would leave
Never heard from him again
But that's okay with me
- 2/7/21
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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
