you tried raping me
when i was
twelve
years old
because somehow it was
okay because you were
my boyfriend,
but i told you no;
shoved you away—
still you decided stripping and tried
to take my shift off,
but i managed
to shove you away;
ran down the stairs—
to this very day the thought of
letting someone in
makes me
apprehensive
because you had that charming smile
said all the right things,
but i was just a girl;
wanted something more than wifedom
and motherhood—
don't understand why it had to
come to that.