She was melanin popping,
She was artistic,
She was popular,
But most importantly,
She was onto me.
Girl codes confuse me,
She had her own desires,
Bathroom stalls were her safe haven.
She wanted a piece of me.
She was stubborn,
She was gorgeous,
She was lesbian,
But most importantly,
She was clinging onto me.
She was too much for me,
She had no consent,
She tried to force herself,
Up my own skirt.
She was horrible,
She was a monster,
She was a rapist,
But most importantly,
I was the victim.
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PoetryA beautiful mess just put together for the world to see. Fathia Abdi Expresses In this poetry book the things she dealt with throughout her life. This amazing collection of poetry brings every teenager close to home and allows them to feel valuable...
