2003 - Bruce
we’d watched each other for two years straight
he ate breakfast where i ate
reserved and handsome, dressed real well
doctor? lawyer? hard to tell.
the other day in the parking lot
we finally talked and he asked me out
we’d meet on sunday night at nine
a well-known bar, so that seemed fine
sunday came and we made small chat
what do you do and this and that
then he said, “let’s take a ride
i have a new car, it’s parked right outside”.
his car was plush and in a rush
he kissed and tonqued and i was stunned
he pressed my hand onto his crouch
the other hand went up my blouse
i made light of what he’d done
as i secretly scoped out where i’d run
i said “just drive me to my car
around the building it’s not far”
he took me there but is engine ran
and then he started up again
he tried to push my head down there
his fingers tangled in my hair
and when i saw his unzipped pants
i grabbed the door for my exit chance
i felt like i had just been raped
i kicked his door as i escaped
dad’s words were ringing in my ears
he’d preach to me in my teen years
stand up straight. turn down that noise.
and DO NOT get in cars with boys!
