Emma Watkinson

I was slut shamed on Facebook by an old friend from school He was fuming that I don’t share his white fascist views He was aggressive and bitter; he called me snowflake and woke Just because I’m not a tory and a thick racist bloke He mocked me and accused me of dim witted beliefs He's one of those who reckons migrants are employment thieves My fella said shut up, fill your mouth with a gag He replied “do you know that your wife was our school slag?” I deleted and blocked him, but he continued to rant About the times when I let a boy's hands in my pants He exaggerated and said the lads were part of a queue My mate sent me a screenshot of his venomous spew How did he know about that illicit transaction, On the golf course in a bush, 'twas my first outdoor action There wasn’t a queue, maybe one quiet spectator I was hardly a live porn exhibit creator 30 years after this leafy encounter, The lad litters his page with accusatory slander He shared sordid details of rumours he...

Body in bloom but mind yet to flower Boys looked below an acceptable gaze My body stood out as my teens were awaiting I was mocked by my classmates for premature growth Bra straps were snapped by boys in the corridor Played down by the teachers, as innocent fun I was lonely and tired of the daily invasion but the attention replaced the connections I craved I found contact and company from boys past my year group I was too young to stop it from moving to touch The first one, not chosen saw this rosebud as lonely a card used to gamble his secretive plan He threatened to tell all that I had pursued him as he lay me on ground not designed for embrace The rumours went round as his friends were updated he gave details of actions he took without nod He fuelled judgement on girls who age without option ‘though our thoughts were in line with those yet to bud

He didn’t ask me to come and see some puppies He didn’t tempt me with a bag of penny sweets He just acknowledged when self-hatred grew inside me, He flattered me and wore me down to make my innocence retreat * He didn’t threaten or forcefully make me do things At first he asked me round; just to watch TV This led to mechanically complying to his really fucked up needs, I let him pull apart the dignity in me * I returned to him with no coercion I would stroll as if just calling ‘round for tea I kept it as secret coz I knew that mum would never understand why let him do such sickening things to me * He made me feel like I was wanted The touching was bill I had to pay You see my company was never something other people tried to win, so I returned to him because he'd would let me stay * He asked me if my friend would come and join him his desire had left so he was reaching out for change He asked me to recruit her as she was prettier than me My plain looks were no longer what he craved...