#MeToo

THE FIRST TIME

I wandered, too young
To feel bold, just bored.
Looking for dolls. I
Hate dolls. Now. But then…
I never saw his
face. Just felt his hand
Squeeze me from behind.
Behind me. My be
Hind. Too young, too scared
To tell. Too dirty.
That’s what happens when
Little girls wander.

Loathing lasts, begun
With dolls and ignored,
Never asking why
It’s okay for men
To touch. Power is
Something grownups and
Gropers have designed.
How could I break free?
The first time I dared
Wander, it hurt me.
Stay close and closed then,
A lesson to ponder.

That’s what happens when
Little girls wander.

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