Thanksgiving Day

The day i was pulled into that closet, 

i got onto a plane. she was there too, the destination was depression and

pain and i caught it like a flu.

 

On the same flight .

but different destinations,

i didn't put up a fight,

she had no hesitation.

 

Is it still assault even though i didnt say no?

I was too young to consent, i should have said no.

 

They say girl on girl sexual assault isn't a thing

but it is for me, i wonder if she told her family.

 

I saw her the other day on instagram, she's going to college.

what she did to me she has no knowledge of what it did to me! 

 

Now every year i ask God, why wasn't anyone there?

 

Instead of being a holiday where i give thanks, 

i get on my knees and beg God for an answer.

so they ask "why is she like that everyday?"

its because of what happened on Thanksgiving day.

This poem is about: 
Me

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