I've always let people take advantage of me. It hurts knowing I'm so fragile and affection-Starved that I'd let someone fuck me over. Like Keira. With her eyes as blue as the sea but one speckle of brown in her eyes she took my heart like taking candy from a baby. But she played with it like children would with expensive figures. My heart still burns from the day she broke it. It's like a tangible taste of a lemon. Or that man that took advantage of his privilege as a substitute teacher. That day he pushed himself against me and didn't let go for a while. I didn't even know him. I guess people think how quiet I am is a bonus. I was in sixth grade, and I was fucking 12.
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Ranting/slam poetry
PoetryTW: mentions of sexual harassment, self-harm, and tons of other shit.