22 | First Date

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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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