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