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What I remember most, Was what we were wearing. Spandex shorts with mesh over them. It was the style, For sporty girls like us Young enough to rip our jeans playing, But old enough to know better We were on the girl’s soccer team, Middle school 7th and 8th grade. I was in 7th, Proud to picked out of the 50 girls For a team of 20. We had a bond on the field That didn’t exist during school. In school, We were outcasts, Girls who did sports, Had no boyfriends Because sports came first. And boys Didn’t like Coming second. On that fateful day, We were on the football field Boy’s track wasn’t practicing So we were alone on that field, With our male coach. The school was deserted Except for the roof, Where the construction workers Were replacing our roof. Like any other day We started stretching While coach was talking What drills we were running today, What we did wrong last game. Downwards we bent, Our backs to the school. And then we heard it “Just like that baby!” Our heads snapped up, Looking for the track boy who said it. But the track was empty, The call had come From the roof. To our coach we looked, Waiting for him to say Something, Anything, He didn’t. He just kept talking drills. So we continued, Stretching forwards and backwards. Then it came again “That’s how you do it!” “Yeah, get ready for me!” And then laughter, Coach kept talking. Our cheeks burned, Just like when the boys at school Told us that We’d look cuter With our uniform shirts Unbuttoned just One more And our skirts a little Higher. A wolf whistle sounded, And we stopped. The shame burning, In our bodies. Knowing that something was wrong, But not what it was. This was what happened in school, So this was normal Right? Our captain, Decided that we were done stretching. Coach didn’t notice that We had stopped sooner. So we ran drills, And scrimmaged, And trained, And ignored the hoots, Hollers, Words of perversity, That echoed in our ears. When we were done, It was past 5. The crew had left, The sun was setting, And we went home. I hopped on my bike, And ride home alone. A little faster that normal, But not knowing What I was running From. The next day, We had practice And coach was late. He came to the field With our vice principal She had something to say. She heard what happened yesterday, And it was not ok. Those men were removed from the site, And won’t be back. What happened wasn’t right That was ****** harassment And that’s against the law. No one Should ever be allowed To talk about us, Like we’re objects Incapable of responding, Of feeling, Of being in control, If it ever happened again, Come to her office Tell an adult. And with that She was gone. In that moment, We were empowered, We were strong. And with that power, Practice began. With our heads held high, We stretched Bending down farther. And from the roof Was silence.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Soccer Girls
What I remember most, Was what we were wearing. Spandex shorts with mesh over them. It was the style, For sporty girls like us Young enough to rip our jeans playing, But old enough to know better We were on the girl’s soccer team, Middle school 7th and 8th grade. I was in 7th, Proud to picked out of the 50 girls For a team of 20. We had a bond on the field That didn’t exist during school. In school, We were outcasts, Girls who did sports, Had no boyfriends Because sports came first. And boys Didn’t like Coming second. On that fateful day, We were on the football field Boy’s track wasn’t practicing So we were alone on that field, With our male coach. The school was deserted Except for the roof, Where the construction workers Were replacing our roof. Like any other day We started stretching While coach was talking What drills we were running today, What we did wrong last game. Downwards we bent, Our backs to the school. And then we heard it “Just like that baby!” Our heads snapped up, Looking for the track boy who said it. But the track was empty, The call had come From the roof. To our coach we looked, Waiting for him to say Something, Anything, He didn’t. He just kept talking drills. So we continued, Stretching forwards and backwards. Then it came again “That’s how you do it!” “Yeah, get ready for me!” And then laughter, Coach kept talking. Our cheeks burned, Just like when the boys at school Told us that We’d look cuter With our uniform shirts Unbuttoned just One more And our skirts a little Higher. A wolf whistle sounded, And we stopped. The shame burning, In our bodies. Knowing that something was wrong, But not what it was. This was what happened in school, So this was normal Right? Our captain, Decided that we were done stretching. Coach didn’t notice that We had stopped sooner. So we ran drills, And scrimmaged, And trained, And ignored the hoots, Hollers, Words of perversity, That echoed in our ears. When we were done, It was past 5. The crew had left, The sun was setting, And we went home. I hopped on my bike, And ride home alone. A little faster that normal, But not knowing What I was running From. The next day, We had practice And coach was late. He came to the field With our vice principal She had something to say. She heard what happened yesterday, And it was not ok. Those men were removed from the site, And won’t be back. What happened wasn’t right That was ****** harassment And that’s against the law. No one Should ever be allowed To talk about us, Like we’re objects Incapable of responding, Of feeling, Of being in control, If it ever happened again, Come to her office Tell an adult. And with that She was gone. In that moment, We were empowered, We were strong. And with that power, Practice began. With our heads held high, We stretched Bending down farther. And from the roof Was silence.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
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