Change of Definition
When I was
five I told my
dad that he couldn’t
stop me from believing
in fairy tales ‘cause all
guys were nice.
When I was 12 my crush
made fun of my crooked
teeth and I cried
myself to sleep.
How could he
be so mean?
When I was 17 a stranger
forced his tongue down
my throat against
the bar of a club.
He just couldn’t
understand no
and I believed it
was my fault.
At 19 I know
to never trust
the words and
nice eyes and
never take any
bullshit from
any guy ‘cause
I’m worth more
than that.
Consent
Your lips travel
down my cheek and I
can’t help but squirm when you
reach my neck ’cause
in his drunken state, he decided
his needs were more
important than me saying
yes.
Author: Beth Haze
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: nineteen years old from ba. usually overly caffeinated writing short stories about people she sees on trains. poetry lover.
She’s currently writing about music for Bleached Magazine, publishing poems on her poetry Instagram @hazedsights and preparing to be a junior in college.
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