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  • Writer's pictureSharon Frances

Teen Me

Updated: Apr 10, 2023

I lay here waiting, it isn't the first time.

You come in, shirt off already

I guess I am ready

I am supposed to be

You smile at my body

And my lips curve upward

Happy you see something you like

I am fifteen.

I must have something you like

I take off my clothes

because of the look in your eyes

A part of me loves that stare

Your body presses on mine

A part of me loves your skin

Nothing has really happened yet

I think I am okay

And I love being loved

Held for a moment,

the way it is supposed to be.

But then you push open my legs

And I feel less.

You move in

and out

and in

and out

I don't know what is happening

I mean I know what you are doing

But I don't understand me

where I am

somewhere else

Not here

My skin feels removed from me

I don't come

but you do

And I let it happen

I do

Every time

You wipe up and zip up your pants

fling your backpack on the bed

Not like you will do homework

But it seems the thing to do

You turn on music

And I lay there

The music traces my heart

More than you ever did

I cry inside but you can't see a thing

I may hear about it tomorrow.

She was so good.

She puts out




She is me

I must be easy

A tear sneaks out

Rolls down my cheek and

onto my chest as I sit up.

I wipe it away.

It's my fault

This is my doing

I did this to myself

And I will do it again.

I zip up my pants

And disappear

These words and images are the property of the poet, Sharon Frances.

Do not use in part or whole without permission.

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