And as I innocently watched TV
He started to tickle me
At first I was not alerted
To the fact he was perverted
Hand brushed my teenage breast
Searchingly under my vest
I pulled away as danger loomed
Ran confused to my bedroom
Pushed my desk against the door
Followed by a chest of drawers
Watched that door until the morning
Knew I had to heed this warning
So when reached school I confided
In my counsellor who I’d decided
Could be trusted to stay silent
I was scared he could turn violent
Eradicate all trace of me
Inter remains under some tree
And no one would ever know
Why I’d chosen to just go.
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