She was only a twelve year old girl
opening up to a new world
excited beyond belief at starting something new
Young and naive
she couldn't see clearly
though her gut screamed and wretched
how wrong their actions were
how loudly she should have cried
"Abuse"
When she screamed on the bus
that very first time
once, twice, three times
because he wouldn't stop
touching her over her shorts
and the bus driver told her to stop disrupting the ride
Oh how dearly she wished
she could turn back time,
just say it was a scary video
or that it was just a game
wishing she'd said anything but
"he keeps on touching me"
because the laughter and ridicule
that followed that admission
was too much to handle
for the twelve year old girl
Feeling dirty, feeling stupid
she dried her tears
lifting her chin to the sky
pushing his hands away once more
she followed the chortled advice
and "sucked it up"
as this behaviour must be norm
in this new world
Part one of a four
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A world unlike your own
PoetryNot poetry, just words. My world is different to yours. Here's a slither of it. Come find me Best rankings: #1 in Poembook #1 in Therapeutic #3 in Thoughts #29 in Poetry
