13 Years Old 16 Years Later: Will Sell Sex for Love

Fri, 05/13/2016 - 01:46 -- thegut

Girls girls girls

Swirl swirl swirl

Too young to understand

My hand

Her hand 

Her mouth

This world 

 

A Scottish perv

My mother heard

Wrinkles softening against a child's skin

Should have yelled

Should have barred

Our false role as dolls prevented a war

 

My first grope an icy assault

Little sister knows

Feels

Squeals inside but can't speak

Frozen behind father in driver's seat

Retreat and write but never scream 

 

Smooth talk like a lawyer at the stand

You're clean and in-demand

No need to protect you or me

You rode my humvee

You owe me

Ride me

 

Status and loneliness 

Former breeds the latter

Latter craves the former

Hush you brought on this mess

Forever unclean

In need

Will sell sex for love

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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