All my life men have told me,
     "If a man rapes a girl she probably asked for it.
      If a man takes advantage of a girl,
      She was probably a tease."
Well men, you can say all the “probably” you want,
   I was a young girl,
   Only fifteen.

Back then I would sit in church clenching my knees,
Hiding the innocence between my thighs.

I longed for that late night Cinamax moment to arrive
When I could taste and moan
Like the forbidden stars
I had watched the night before.

Until one night,
I met a man not to much older than
I.
He talked so sweet and
I soaked it up,
Not realizing his full
Intention.

I followed his lead
He lead me to a private room to “make out”.

He kissed my neck,
His hand slowly moved up my shirt.

I stepped back not sure of what
I should do.
I nervously slipped the shield of cotton over my head,
He placed his hands over my young breast.

A few minutes past…

I am left only in a pair of *******.
His shirt removed,
He unzipped his jeans.
    I could feel where
His wondering ***** was about to go, and
I said no,

I said no.

To my surprise
He held my wrist
He crushed the lock to my simplicity,
To my virginity.
He continued to push himself,
In to my barley moist *****.

A huge ****,
What seemed at the time,
But I would later find an average boy
Trying to prove that he was in fact,
A man.

As I said no
I tried to squirm and pry
This uninvited beast from between my thighs.
But the more I fought
The more it hurt
And I found this monster smiling and laughing at the sight
Of my attempt to be free
         At the sight of a squirming me.

Before long
I surrendered to his violation.
  And I blamed myself,
Because after some time of him
Penetrating my innocence and digging inside of me
I gave up.

Now,
My childhood gone,
My innocence ***** from
My ignorant soul,
And I’m left alone.

I’m left alone,
But I’m strong.