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You might as well have been driving a van with no windows

The way you child molested your way in to me

Picking me up

Knowing damn well you

Really

Didn’t

Know

Me

How old are you?

I’m 15

You’re 22?

I stop

I think

I’m getting a ride

As opposed to walking the remaining 15 blocks

That I might have had to walk

Had you not pervertedly perpetrated

Me

And my teenage acquaintance

You gave me all your numbers

Making damn sure that I would

Get at you

So you could

Get me

And I did- because again

I was 15

You spoke your adult lingo

Playing daddy

Pretending you could be my daddy

But you knew your intentions

And I too had my intentions

A ride to school and that sexy

Purple

Pager

Hooked up with voicemail and statewide

So you could keep track of me at all times

Although you knew damn well

I was at school til the bell

Rang

Then you would be standing at the gate

With your stanking ass breath waitin to rape

This 15-year-old body

And even though I tried to talk you out of it-

You persuaded my young mentality

To get me

To get me

And you got me

And remember how you held me?

Against those sheets that I cling too?

Smashing my baby body into yours

While the tears singe my face

And in rage you yell that you aint that man that raped me

You didn’t rape me

You didn’t rape me

You didn’t

Rape

Me

But I let you tell it and I believed you

You were the one in control

Because you

Raped me

And when I fucked myself up

And put shit in my bloodstream

That didn’t belong there

And I was hungry

I knew you could rape me again

But I could get paid

So in one quick trick minute

You forced your disgusting mind and body onto my baby body

And made a baby in my body

And when I told you to let me go

You said no

But I was the one saying no

And you

Just wouldn’t

Let

Go

And when I was sowing your seed

And I was in need

Of a place to sleep

I called you

Simply out of desperation

15

You stayed on the couch

You let me stay in the bed

But in the morning I woke to you talking shit to my head

With your dick inside talking about the whore that I was

And that you weren’t the only one

And once again

You raped me

My baby body

At 15

And so I did my part and had your son

Your beautiful son

Who has eyes like me and ears like you

And who ever knew

That you’d see him twice in your life

And then disappear like

That

So I moved on

But this boy with your skin tone

Darker than mine

Bearing your last name

Has no idea who you are

And that you exist

Aint that some shit?

And as he grows

Questions have arose

And I have no answers

I can only show him the picture of the first day you saw him

And the only time you held him

But a picture can’t be a daddy

So I promise him answers when he needs them

But

You

Can’t give him the answers

You can’t be a father

Because you have your daughters

But my son came before them

And would probably like to know them

But you

A sorry ass

Rapist

Who was actually 31 might I add

Not 22

You don’t realize what you’re putting him through

You

Sorry

Ass

Non-dad