Second Grade

I am culottes,capris, gap and justice tees
I am playgrounds with wood chips
I am jumbo twists finished with many a bead and beret
I am stick-stick sticky fingers

She is plaid tall full figured
She, you are dimpled hands pockets of fat
You are dimpled hands with soft wet palms
You are hands of imitation
Fum-fum-fumbling all over my body
She is weight pining me against the Andromeda
They are watching the stars in space
I am the tear that rolls down my face as the bathroom door shakes

I am my voice watch me leave
I am threats from her thin lips
I am silence
I am Sapphic doubt
I will rape you and pillage your innocence
I will leave you exposed
But, collect yourself your nine years old

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