I was 15
Him 21
We were alone in a room together
I thought he was the coolest
He was, He was the coldest.
He came at me from behind
Took me against my will
Had me until he had his fill
Me screaming bloody murder
Him pushing further.
When I got home, parents in the living room
They said hello
I answered back with a burst of tears.
Today was the day I was taught to fear
I told them what happened
They sat back and asked me what was I wearing.
Bitch I wore jailbait around my neck
A pair of skinny adorations for him, a v-neck but I got a d- below deck, and Chuck Fakers.
They said men sometimes can't control themselves, you know that you're a boy.
No he chose to use his god-given gift of choice to take my voice away.
Just like how I chose to make him a eunuch.
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Book of Soul Whispers
PoetryJust a book my feelings the postings of this will probably be sporadic but ya'll will definetly enjoy it .