#I gave my first love to you full

To him, my passiveness and silence were the reasons why things like this continue to happen. My soft protests of being afraid and alone were drowned out as he berated my inaction.

#I gave my first love to you full

It was with a heart full of shame that I confided in a friend, only to be met with his anger and disappointment that I had not shouted at the molester at the time when it happened. вЂњIt turns me on to see you so scared.вЂќ Source: Source :В When I was fifteen, I was groped on a bus. He parked at the end of my road, and didnвЂ™t go away for an hour. I ignored his offer to give me a ride, and I panicked when he got out, only to buy me a box of chocolate that I refused. Source: Source :В When I was fourteen, a young man in an expensive car followed me home as I walked back from an evening class. As he passed, he winked lasciviously.My friends and I shifted our gazes down, aghast. Source :В Huffingtonpost When I was thirteen years old, I exited a restaurant only to see a man visibly masturbating as he walked towards me. She slapped him amidst the shouts of onlookers telling her to calm down.She didnвЂ™t calm down. Source: Source:В When I was twelve years old, I watched as a man on the street touched my motherвЂ™s breast as he passed us. Source: Source: When I was eleven, my auto-man told me that we would only leave if I gave him a hug every day.He smelled like cheap soap and cigarettes. He was large and loud, and I proceeded to hide under my bed whenever I learnt that he was visiting.I was known as a rude child. Source: Source:В When I was ten years old, a relative demanded that he get a kiss on the cheek every time we met. She was pretty and kind, and told me that I could only be her friend if I did what she said.I wanted to be her friend.

Source: Source:В When I was nine years old, an older girl on the school bus would ask me to lift my skirt up for her. He carried me on his shoulders, and called me pretty.вЂњTeacherвЂ™s Pet!вЂќ my friends declared, the envy visible on their faces.They ignored me at lunch that day.

Source: Source:В When I was eight years old,В I hadВ an elderly teacher ask me to stay behind in class. He hugged me from behind, giggling all the while.I threw sand in his eyes, and was sent to the Principal. Source: Source: When I was seven years old, I watched a group of fellow second graders cheer as a boy in my class tried to kiss me.

вЂњDonвЂ™t you want to play?вЂќIt was too big, and I threw up on him.He said IвЂ™d do better the next time. When I was six years old, I gave my first blowjob.вЂњItвЂ™s a gameвЂќ, said He. This poemВ was submitted anonymously and first published onВ Glasnost.