Mom warned me about older men from a young age.
She taught me I could be kidnapped or raped by them if I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Mom, why didn’t you teach me about boys my age?
Why didn’t you tell me boys just want a sex toy?
Why didn’t you tell me about nudes?
Why didn’t you warm me about my first boyfriend who would cheat on me?
Why didn’t you warn me about the second boyfriend who would sexually assult me?
Why didn’t you warn me about the third boyfriend who would be a week away from moving away and not tell me and almost completely ghost me?
Why didn’t you warn me about the fourth boyfriend who would throw me away as if I was nothing after he became my everything?
Why didn’t you warn me about the fifth guy who would try to have sex with me at the movie theater?
Where were those warnings?
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
