On the cold pavement, A boy was once taught that Everything could be his At the expense of what was mine. He was taught from then on That no one would stand in his way. That he could hold us Down on the cold pavement, Down on the rickety bed, Down on the wet bathroom tiles, And no one would ever stop him From claiming what was never his.
Held down on the cold pavement, I first learnt the meaning of Boys will be boys, And that my body is a sexualised attraction, To be groped at, To be bruised, By the will of those who think theyβre gods At every opportunity.
Being held down on the cold pavement Is where I first learnt how to be treated by my beloved, How to hold back the screams as the vultures clawed at my throat, How to act during the ****, How to smile sweetly and nod when the vultures said it was nice to see me.
It is not a lesson that I have forgotten. It is not a lesson I will forget. It is a lesson I hope Iβll never be taught again.