Trauma Poetry

a teenage girl

i am a teenage girl,

i can no longer walk down the street.

on saturday i was feeling fat after eating dinner,

i walked down my road,

and a man followed me home.

my heart started to race,

tears couldn't help but roam.

lucky when i noticed,

i was feet away from the door.

yesterday,

i walked to the store.

it's not my fault i was alone.

it's not my fault it was hot,

i could only wear a tank top and jean shorts.

he turned around and stared.

i walked down another road feeling scared.

i looked up,

somebody rolled down their window,

they began to shout.

my music drowned them out.

another cat call blocked out.

as i walked out of the store,

an employee blocked my way.

he stared with his mouth agape.

leaving me feeling despair.

walking down the road,

a sketchy man came my way.

i stepped onto somebody's property,

could that be my new pretend home?

a few hours ago,

my father faced me say,

two new men,

moving in our way.

they will be living down stairs,

only a door away.

i will have to see them,

when i take the laundry down to wash.

"what happeneds if i'm home alone,

and they try to hurt me,

who would save me?"

nobody hears me say.

why do i,

feel scared seeing a man,

covering my chest,

baggy clothes are my only way to be safe.

why do i,

feel scared of being raped,

at the ripe age of 13?

i hate being a teenage girl.