I dated a wrestler,
Mom liked him,because he was white and had red hair like me
He bought me things, even though I didn’t ask
He carried my books to class, and opened the doors
He held my hand and sometimes grabbed my ***
But I didn’t mind because I’ve been taught
Through society that when things are bought
****** payments are what females give with no afterthought
So with much gratitude
I sent him a ****
And he send it to the whole school
Starting with the wrestling team,
But some of them were football players so they sent it to their team
So on and so forth until the extreme
Sexualassults were happening constantly
Hallways turned into a runway of grabs and brushes against my ***
Some even slipped a dollar into my pocket as payment for the peak
When a **** of lingerie for a nice guy turned into a beacon that I’m a *****
People starting victim blaming me, ‘you shouldn’t have done that’
And the principle doesn’t care
He overheard from a group of boys
He got the picture and had it printed sitting on his desk,
“This is child ******* if I see you sending this again you’ll be in trouble”
I realized no one was going to defend me and so the strong women I am known to be
Hid, when I needed her strength the most
Once confident head held high, I try to blend in with the crowd
I changed the way I dressed into sweatshirts and baggy pants
But they continue because it’s not the way I dress, but that I’ve become inferior
And the open palms that graze me burn with masculinity
Until that 2 week period ended I thought I was going to burst
But instead I became numb
Because no one cared it was happening
#sexualassault #metoo #woman