… the boys march off to join the briefcase army,
and the girls get confused and married and pregnant
because we don’t know what we’re allowed to want,
or how much playground to allow for dicks,
and we all walk more carefully,
with more hesitation,
because the shadows have gotten longer
and nobody knows what monsters lurk
in the tea tree.
In 5th grade I was walking home with my friend Lucy and a car pulled over and a man told Lucy he would give her some candy if she would get in his car. Lucy was blonde and already budding breasts. Me, jew-fro and flat chest.
We ran back to school, which was closer than home, to tell the principal. The response made us feel like WE had done something wrong.
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