Used, Abused, Tossed Aside

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.


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