I was 13
I went out to walk
A man my dad's age
Stared hard
At my non-existant breasts.
Every part of my body felt gross.
What had I done?
What had I worn?
How had I looked?
That I drew such attention!
It took me 10 years to realize
The gross was in that man's head.
I was 13.
I was 16.
I was at my first job.
Every other person was way older than me.
And they knew I was underage.
Yet
A guy hit on me.
Sneakily got my number,
Tried to get me alone in a room.
I was terrified of working-
Terrified of dealing with
A lifetime of such men.
I was 16.
I was 19.
My male friend asked me out.
I said no.
I said I have a boyfriend.
He felt I was just a goal
Who had a goalkeeper
But could, nevertheless, be scored.
I was 19.