Source: Source: When I was ten years old, a relative demanded that he get a kiss on the cheek every time we met. She was pretty and kind, and told me that I could only be her friend if I did what she said.I wanted to be her friend. Source: Source: When I was nine years old, an older girl on the school bus would ask me to lift my skirt up for her.
He carried me on his shoulders, and called me pretty.“Teacher’s Pet!” my friends declared, the envy visible on their faces.They ignored me at lunch that day. Source: Source: When I was eight years old, I had an elderly teacher ask me to stay behind in class. He hugged me from behind, giggling all the while.I threw sand in his eyes, and was sent to the Principal. Source: Source: When I was seven years old, I watched a group of fellow second graders cheer as a boy in my class tried to kiss me. “Don’t you want to play?”It was too big, and I threw up on him.He said I’d do better the next time. When I was six years old, I gave my first blowjob.“It’s a game”, said He. This poem was submitted anonymously and first published on Glasnost.
