To the Man Who molested me:
Do you know me? Do you remember me? Probably not. But do you remember how you groped me in the old Courtyard in school.
How I told you to back off. Yet even when I screamed out no one came to my help. But now that I realize That there's no such things as knight in shining armor and because of you, sleep evaded me.
And yet you're still out there. Going to college, and living a normal life and yet you still don't remember me. Of course you don't, because I'm not your first.
Do you remember how terrified I was? No matter how many times I screamed you pinned me down and rubbed yourself against me like it was nothing.
That first week afterwards, you winked at me, grabbed my ass like it was nothing. Whistled at me, like I was a piece of Meat. I might as well have been. You didn't stop your friends from talking.
Rumors spread throughout school.
"Oh my god she's such a skank."
"No wonder guys want to fuck her, she's a lost cause."
"Why doesn't she kill herself already."
"HOE!"
And because of you. I was dead.
Because of you I'm a slut. So congratulations.
You killed me and I died a long time ago.
You don't remember me, but I remember you and your face will always be in my mind. Haunting me everywhere I go.
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