(Leave your feedback in the comments!!) Yay! My first poem that I wouldn't feel embarrassed publishing! The events that occur in the poem have never happened to me personally, and I don't know anybody who has had this happen to them, but I always want to advocate for justice for those who are unfortunate enough to fall prey to a predator. My advice is to speak up. Justice isn't served otherwise. They win when you're silent. They're counting on your silence. And they'll prey on other innocent girls until someone is brave enough to call them out. It can seem scary, but courage isn't doing the hard things without fear. It's doing them in spite of it. ~ All of my love, Summer.
“Shh, shh. Calm down. This is what love feels like. Let me show you.” It feels so wrong. I want to scream. To shout. To shove him off of me. But I can't. I'm frozen with terror of what he'll do to me if I say no. I'm frozen with terror at what he'll do if I don't. “Calm down.” My heart beats in my chest, a quick, fearful thump-thump-thump that reminds me that I'm still here, still alive, even if I wish I was anything but. God, take me now. “This is what love feels like.” No. No, no, no. Love is soft and sweet and kind, not twisted and painful and take-take-take without ceasing. It's beautiful, not ugly. Love isn't. . . whatever this is. “Let me show you.” “Ladies, anytime a guy makes romantic advances when you don't feel the same, just say no.” That's what every woman ever has told me to do. Us to do. Girls like me to do. "Just say no." I decide to try, even though I know, bone-deep, that nothing will stop a predator from devouring its prey. “No, please, stop, I don't want you to-” And then he, seemingly ravenous, feasts. But not all predators attack with teeth. Some things are far more effective.
