Hate is a Strong word

My mom always told me that I was Beautiful
But at that moment, I didn’t feel Beautiful
he was pushing his hands up my shorts, and I felt Fear
he started to grope my chest, and the Fear turned into Hate
My mom always told me that Hate is a strong word
But when he whispered, “You’re Beautiful” onto my ear, I had never felt anything stronger
Because I didn’t feel Beautiful, and he made Me feel something that was not so Beautiful

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