“That’s not the body of a thirteen year old”

“That’s not the body of a thirteen year old” he said in between pues

“You’re attire is making me warm in places my niece shouldn’t make me warm in” he smiled wide and drew closer to me with my father two feet away

It was my thirteenth birthday, a Sunday in church

I had a long sleeved shirt and shorts on

That’s when I knew my body would always be at the mercy of whatever man was in the room

Because when he drew closer,

When he described to me exactly how he felt,

It was all too familiar

My blood cold in its veins

My heart pounding

My mind screaming

But my mouth saying nothing

Because even though he didn’t touch me

He reminded me that he could

At any point

If he wanted to

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