Emily, a poem to you,
Because I don’t know what else to do.
Yes, you were a 24 year old stranger,
But you couldn’t take no for an answer.
Now all I can hear is the traumatized breathing I was taking for the Uber back home
Giving me a breaking fear of continuing to roam.
Now I'm going to run it back,
there was sense I seemed to lack
When who was sitting there was going to be a life lesson,
Who also thought I was messin'
When I said no to her question,
Meaning there was no exception.
It all started with just a simple greeting
'till I look over to see a woman sitting,
She was on her break vaping,
Then we started talking.
Eventually she asked for my Instagram,
But for some reason, I did't give a ****.
Later that night,
When sleep was easier to fight,
I get a text,
And I regret what I did next.
One text did it all,
Little did I know this would be my fall.
So I said why not,
Not knowing this was going to be a lot.
I saw nothing, but an innocent request to come over,
So I made the mistake and trusted her.
I remember all too well,
I remember the 9 minute Uber ride there,
Hell even when I arrived, I still remember the smell,
There were vapes and cigarettes everywhere.
As time started to do its own thing,
She started flirting.
But as soon as I turned her away,
She went into play,
And touched me in a ****** way,
I told her to stop, but she did it anyway.
Then the words slipped out of my mouth... "can I go home now?"
And I don't know how...
But it gave her the idea to say "if we do it, I'll Uber you back"
Then for the first time, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.
And time never went by so slow,
And I was never going to know,
How truly scared I would be,
Never knew how tore up it would leave me.
And every time I bring up this story,
It won't bring glory,
But it's better being safe than sorry.