I was fourteen, the day of my first date
A friend of a friend, a blind dateThe night was cold, but loud
Stadium lights shining brightHomecoming couples giving dirty looks
Stares of disgust and disbeliefThe South isn't too kind to folk like me
Walking hand in hand with another manHe was seventeen, and in retrospect
He obviously wanted something moreI was innocent, young and dumb
I thought he was just real sweetUntil he started kissing me
Whispering his desires in my earI had just had my first kiss
But he wanted so much moreHe offered me drugs and sex
Talking of cocaine and 'spunk'Honestly, I was worried
But no one had paid me mind beforeSo I reluctantly went along
While he kissed me moreI'm glad homecoming ended
Since it meant he would leaveNever heard from him again
But that's okay with me
- 2/7/21

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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...