A Horrible Experience- A True Story Poem by Ashaunti Taylor

First, he was my friend,
He was a type of friend, I wouldn't recommend,
I would never forget that beautiful day that was ruined at School Ten,
I don't know what he was thinking,
He probably thought that being friends with a girl meant for us to unwillingly have sex,
In school, at recess he was always jealous because I often hung out with my other male friends,
Then, he would carry my books and walk me home from school,
I thought he was my friend, but in reality he was really a fool,
Our friendship was blind,
The whole time, I couldn't read between the lines,
He thought everything was just fine,
I was sitting out in School Ten's playground, waiting for the dumb thing he was going to say,
Instead he said let's go in the nearest alley way,
I rejected that,
Then he sugested that we go in the back of a trailer,
He told me that we needed to talk,
I gave in, thinking that he really wanted to talk,
When we went behind the trailer, he touched and caressed my body,
After that, I wanted to be left alone and decided to take a walk,
As I tried to walk away, he pull me, trying to give me a kiss,
I tried to throw a punch and missed,
As he zipped down his pants and tried to seduce me,
I screamed and hollared, but no one bothered to figure out why,
The school bell rang for me to go to my next class, tears rolled down from my eyes and I started to cry,
Oh my, oh my, look at what he has done,
Being his friend was not fun,
When he sexually molested me, I felt like I was ripped in half like a piece of paper, and crumbled all at once.