I do not want to go to Tae Kwon Do
Where I am not sure
If my teacher is looking at
My stance
My chest
My hips
My butt
Or my panties,
That can all be seen
Through the light white uniform
I do not want to go to Tae Kwon Do
Where my teacher can touch me
Wherever he wants
To mold me
Into a position
Where my body is twisting turning
Bending breaking
Where he may find satisfaction
Where he can grab anyone's butt
Or their hips
Or their face
And move them
Into a more pleasuring position
I do not want to go to Tae Kwon Do
Where my teacher punches at my vagina
Lightly grazing the space between my legs
With his knuckles
Where he stays
For an agonizing 30 seconds
As he offhandedly explains
The technique of
Keeping your distance
Well sir,
I would prefer
If you could keep your distance
From places on my body
That I would rather keep private
Where everyone laughs at the dirty jokes he makes
And I have to stand there
Feeling my face heat up
And my tears well in my eyes
As people whisper
About the space between my legs
As my sister laughs
At my public humiliation
I do not want to go to Tae Kwon Do
Where I can be grabbed
In places
That I would prefer
Remain untouched
Now that there's stuff there
That can be grabbed
I do not want to go to Tae Kwon Do
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