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 chidpornography 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 need 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