when i was eight
suddenly the kids around me spewed hate
they made fun of me for my weight
and little did they hesitate
and when i was nine
everything was far from divine
because when i wanted to play with a girl named caroline
she asked my name and i told her and she told me my name was dumb and that’s just the start of the ride
fast forward to highschool
where everyone tries to act cool
and i’m at homecoming, cool
with my best friend at her school
and she left me alone to dance with her date
and now i’m in the crowd where the teens are a rave
and suddenly i felt a hand on my chest
and fingers brush at the bottom of my dress
i was frozen in shock and didn’t know what to do
not one person around me helped
even though there was at least six hundred and two
he groped me and grabbed me
in places that were shocking
i didn’t even know him
and he’d taken quite a lot from me
so now at school dances i refuse to wear a dress
i’m glad my best friend swooped in and saved me from that mess
i went home scarred and blank-faced and broken
i pray that one day he sees what from me he’d stolen