I was picked early
I wasn't ready
wasn't ripe

In no way was I prepared
to handle the lessons handed to me by a stranger

Not when his hands clawed at my insides
or my outsides

When he smothered my mouth
cutting off my screams
not for a moment
but for years

I was unprepared for his words
what came out of his mouth
taught lessons that should never be learned

When I was picked I wasn't ready

Now I suppose I never will be