You requested to follow me,
You were in your forties,
I was fifteen,
I ask you why you requested to follow me,
You say we can be friends,
I say shame on you,
You say you don't have friends?
I ask you to stop, your behavior is inappropriate,
I am sure I am not the first girl you have done this to,
and I know that I will not be the last,
but Let me tell you this,
I am not like those girls,
I am not one of those innocent and bubbly girls,
you can not groom me and when you try,I call you out on it,
You say you respect me,
then you try it again,
You say everyone is a stranger until they talk,
you and others complain what's wrong with our society,
well let me tell you,
You are what is wrong with the society,
And sadly, our justice system has failed us,
Creeps like you, wander free,
Ready for your next victim
Hey Y'all,
I am 15 and was approached by this guy in his forties, I tore into him but I still couldn't sleep. The encounter looming on my mind so I decided to write a poem to try to get my mind clear. Thank you so much for making this a place where I feel comfortable sharing such experiences. I don't know what to call this poem so please feel free to share ideas. P.S. I live in a third world country where men in their 60's marry 16 years olds' The girls are usually forced into the marriage and while forced marriage is illegal. A 60 year old getting married to a 16 year old is not. The age for marriage is 16 but in most cases girls are married off at 12 unless you are a person in the upper or upper middle class.