child sexual abuse
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I carry my purse wherever I go.
I have private things inside that I never show.
I have a phone and a wallet amongst other things.
Sometimes I even carry around my favorite rings.
There’s a new you in town
In my neighborhood
On my street
Too close for comfort
'Registered Sex Offender'
Two brothers walk side by side in the woods
A thick forest, not uncommon in rural Tennessee.
They'd been packing up their house-
to move in with a new stepdaddy
and three new step-siblings.
This isn't me
I am out here
I am not here
This body
I don't know
Whose it is
He came in daylight
He came as a friend
He came as a game
That I didn't know
This is normal says the teacher
Talking about the emotions
Of a person in a book
And suddenly I am not in the class
I am five again
His hands wandering to places they shouldn't
