A hand up the skirt , oh what a flirt. I'm 8 now so I guess old enough to know how a man feels.
It hurts!
Now that I think about it, I don't even know how to barely hold a purse.
WAIT please is this a curse no one's here to save me, but I'm just a baby.
Or maybe, crying tears feels as comfort the only thing that can save me as he yells "SHUT THE F*CK UP."
Hands feel like stones I'm stuck, I've ran into a rut. Mama won't believe this stuff.
Where are you princess you haven't been the same, your face has changed.
It's your fault you're the one to blame walking around here thinking you're a star what a shame. Look at the clothes you wear you need to change. You are not pure anymore now go face the world without one sound of being down, you're a woman now.
Real women stay quiet no words to be spoken we don't care if you are broken. If you speak, you're less than a token.
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Tears started to fill my eyes as I read this. The pain this evoked was powerful!