Mislead

The first thing she to me was "dont scream".
The last thing she said to me was "its going to be ok, but you better not tell anyone".
See, what I had always been told was to not let any man touch me, and if something like that ever did happen Id have to tell someone.
See, what I had always heard was that relationships only included two types of people
A woman and a man.
But what happened to me that day?
Did she go against the first rule that had been engraved in my mind? No.
Did she go against the second rule that had been engraved in societys mind? Yes.
But did I ever say no? No.
No couldve stopped what was happening, no wouldve prohibited her from touching me.
But I never said a word. 
Why you may ask? Why if she was way older than me?
Why if I was only a child? Why if that wasnt what I was taught? 
Well because... because there is no explanation. 
I walked into the room. I let her turn off the lights. I let her touch me. I never said a word. 
I wanted it, I wanted it because I liked it. 
The look in her eyes was mesmerizing.
The look of desire in her eyes was captivating. 
Do you know what its like to have something that you shouldnt have?
Do you know what its like to have sex with someone you shouldnt have sex with?
Do you know what its like to be a female and love another female? 
You cant ask me why, you cant ask me for an explanation. 
Because what I will say is you dont know what its like to be me. 

 

 

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