I was wearing a black turtleneck
Black skinny jeans
And a belt
The only ounce of color he saw
My pink plump adolescent lips
Dry because I wasn’t old enough to care about lipgloss yet
He didn’t hold me down
But he didn’t stop himself
At the sight of my disney themed panties
Purple and white
A great symbolism to innocence
Dropping from my flesh
He was the adult
I shouldn’t have been there
Him, 17, complaining that
My virgin body was too untouched
Even though that’s what drew him in
Wanting to violate, control, manipulate
My mindset
What I thought was okay
He told me he loved me
I was too young to know people lied about things like that
Statutory, Statutory
I salute women who tell their story
Because who’s gonna believe mine?
FREE Verse Poem: Well what were you wearing?, by Hanna Thornton