tw // i'm not sure if anyone is actually triggered by this but it might be upsetting to read, so fair warning
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let me ask you,
dear pedophile,
what gets your gears grinding?
is it the knee socks,
fitting over her calves and stopping short of her coveted thighs.
or is it the uniform,
like some schoolgirl fantasy you could never attain.
tell me,
dear pedophile,
what do you think about,
when you get off at night?
is it the face of your daughter,
your younger sister,
your niece?
is there some sort of appeal,
about young girls in childish clothes,
doing god knows what in your wet dreams.
does it give you a hard-on,
thinking about thirteen year olds in lingerie,
their tender flesh just dying for you to assault them,
take away their innocence,
rob them of their youth.
they've grown up thinking all they'll ever be is an acessory,
some sort of fetish.
dress to please,
to stay off the streets.
they are toys to you,
to use and savor as you wish.
stripped of clothing and of dignity,
just to satisfy your needs.
let me ask you,
dear pedophile,
does it matter to you whether or not that teenager you've been feeling up has her own dreams,
of a life free from harassment and your sick make believe.
do you realize that she is a human being,
capable of feeling love, fear, hurt, sadness, joy, anger, and so much more,
or is she just another poster on your wall,
with her school uniform hiked up and knee socks still on?
YOU ARE READING
the city
Poetryand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
