Back when I was nine
When I don't know what are beyond the line
Where everything was "just" a touch
Even when she did it at night in couch
When I turned twelve
They said dress according to yourselves
I wear a skirt that I feel
Every eyes are wanting me to peel
I remember a horrible day of fifteen
I wear shirt and pants of green
A cold sweat flush
A strange man grab my ***
I thought eighteen will be fine
Maliciousness will decline
Until someone asked
Join them in bed, I feel aghast
Now I'm twenty-one
Fear lived, doesn't gone
Every looked has a meaning
A memoir of harassing
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Back when I was nine
When I don't know what are beyond the line
Where everything was "just" a touch
Even when she did it at night in couch
When I turned twelve
They said dress according to yourselves
I wear a skirt that I feel
Every eyes are wanting me to peel
I remember a horrible day of fifteen
I wear shirt and pants of green
A cold sweat flush
A strange man grab my ***
I thought eighteen will be fine
Maliciousness will decline
Until someone asked
Join them in bed, I feel aghast
Now I'm twenty-one
Fear lived, doesn't gone
Every looked has a meaning
A memoir of harassing
Many people think that ****** harassment is just putting your d*ck on someone else but that's not it. ****** harassment is happening every day, everywhere. When someone's looking and talking to you in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. Touching you in parts that makes you uneased. ****** harassment happens not only with girls but also with boys and our friends in LGBTQ Community are experiencing ****** harassment. If you are a victim of ****** harassment, don't hesitate to speak because many people are out there to help you. :)
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