Was I asking to be told I was sexy
When I was eight years old
And wearing a pink turtleneck and flare jeans
Waiting to go to my birthday dinner?
Was I asking to be smacked in the butt
When I was twelve years old
And wearing my uniform polo and skirt
Helping my mother make dinner?
Was I asking to be groped
When I was fourteen years old
And wearing my overly large pajamas
Hiding in the corner of my room so it wouldn't happen?
Was I asking to be pinned and grinded on
When I was fifteen years old
And once again wearing my overly large pajamas
Folding laundry in his bedroom because my mother told me to?
His drunkenness does not excuse his actions.
My innocence does not excuse his violations.
Our relationship does not excuse his monstrousness.
I was never asking for it.
We, the victims of sexual assault and rape, were never asking for it.
So, do not tell me that my clothes provoked him
Or that I was too flirty.
Because an awkward child who does not yet know her own body
Has no idea how to even "ask for it"
CITEȘTI
Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoezieThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
