Dad,
I told you about my friend who was *****
I said she was only eighteen
I said she was scared and didn't know who to talk to
I told you she felt sad and unsafe
"She was ***** by her manager"
"He gave her an STD and doesn't know what to do"
You told me she had it coming
You told me she deserved it
You called her a **** and a ******
You said she was immature and naive
You said her parents must not be there for her
But dad, that friend was me
I was ***** at eighteen
I am scared and have no one to talk to
I am sad and feel unsafe
It was my manager
He gave me chlamydia and I don't know what to do
And dad, you're wrong
I didn't have it coming
I didn't deserve this
I'm not a **** or a ******
I'm not immature or naive
Except, dad, you're right about one thing
My parents aren't there for me
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
Dad,
I told you about my friend who was *****
I said she was only eighteen
I said she was scared and didn't know who to talk to
I told you she felt sad and unsafe
"She was ***** by her manager"
"He gave her an STD and doesn't know what to do"
You told me she had it coming
You told me she deserved it
You called her a **** and a ******
You said she was immature and naive
You said her parents must not be there for her
But dad, that friend was me
I was ***** at eighteen
I am scared and have no one to talk to
I am sad and feel unsafe
It was my manager
He gave me chlamydia and I don't know what to do
And dad, you're wrong
I didn't have it coming
I didn't deserve this
I'm not a **** or a ******
I'm not immature or naive
Except, dad, you're right about one thing
My parents aren't there for me
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