Big bugling:
MAN.
Not a boy:
MAN.
Me, just a girl,
Twelve maybe fourteen,
Memory deceives me.
MAN
Reaching out for me,
Just to push me down.
MAN,
On a child,
Just a little girl.
Big strong evil
MAN.
Escaped with virginity,
Physically unscathed,
Emotionally
Never the same.
Fucking MAN.
My mother,
She tells me,
Not as I see her,
At sixteen.
He too was just a
BOY,
Trying to be a
MAN,
Taking what
He could not have
By force.
Just a BOY.
She, no longer a
GIRL.
Used, broken WOMAN.
In childhood,
My ex-girlfriend;
Stolen innocence.
WOMAN!
Not a MAN,
Yet acting as
MAN;
Oppressed by
MAN.
Eighteen now,
out in a MAN’s world.
It happens again,
Harassed,
Unwanted advances,
Grabbed,
Pulled,
Thrown around,
By this MAN.
I called him my
FRIEND.
Three women,
Assaulted
By four different
People,
Men,
False women.
We call them
Friends
Family.