Fear of a Boy

You are my past.

So why do I fear you?

For taking my innocence.

For taking my confidence. 

For making me afraid of every man that comes near.

You are their past.

So why do they fear you?

For making them no longer girls. 

Making their Barbie dreams turn

Into dreams of feeling no pain. 

You are our past. 

So why do we fear you? 

For infecting our minds

With guilt.

With blame.

With fear.

But you are the past. 

And I am not to blame.

So I will no longer be afraid. 

Because I am strong.

You made me a woman. 

Now I will show myself

Who I am. 

I am not afraid. 

I am a survivior.