why do they care for me so?
is it some trick of the human race
these boys running themselves dry over a fat, small town girl?
is just that out there, somewhere
there are a certain number of people attracted to me
and I for once
am finding them?

and why
why do they do so many bad things to me?
is it simply because they are men
and this is what men know how to do?
****?

he knows what happened to me, and still he pushes boundries.
I punish him with silence.
defeated, I lie facedown in his bed
his hands exploring me...
but without the struggle,
they think it is no fun.

they think there is fun in having something you shouldn't.
they think it is
exciting.

do they think of me
at all
while they do this?
I lie here
unprotected...

they always say they will protect you
but not from their own
harsh
fingers.