A poem on sexual assault
It started with being called pretty Too pretty for words he'd say I didn't decode that it was flirty It felt nice, I forgot there could be a price to pay He said I could call him brother For he loved me just like a sister In my mind, I felt it was all fine I began to float in cloud nine The gifts I got shut my brain Didn't know they were death to my veins I've found solace and comfort in a stranger I'd forgotten to keep my eyes peeled for danger Until I was pinned against the rough wall Roughly pushed to the hard floor In a place where no soul was likely to dwell The demons were probably out to ball I thought to fly far away But my wings has been broken & thrown far away Covered by a thick vein of darkness Not in sight was an angel of kindness I close my eyes tightly Tired of fighting Trying to act like it ain't real I still didn't know how to feel