When I was 11 [Just Sharing]

When I was 11

I made love in your classroom

It was the first time for me

and not the first for you

I was a boy you see

I was willing to give

What you took from me

I was scared and so were you

but the sound of sirens didn't make me jump

I was a boy

who didn’t know

yet you came to me

and made a man of me

When I was 11

You took my virginity

The sound of bells on the hour

were the background to skin on skin

They were the clock to our sins

I am grown now

and the sounds of bells

bring me back to your classroom

There I am a boy becoming a man

There you became a part of me

Now I am 30

I make love in my own bedroom

and the sounds of bells still get to me

it was the squeaking of chairs

and scratches on chalkboards

that are the sounds of my PTSD

When it got awkward

I felt trapped by you

The thumbs ups

and congratulatories by my classmates

couldn't hide the wrong I felt

“teacher's pet”

couldn’t properly describe my cage

I was “lucky” to get it so young

The wise sex guru to all who asked

a master among my class…

but that didn't last

when I was 11

I was raped in your classroom

You took advantage of my naivety

I was the victim of your depravity

I can still hear the bells

the clock to our sins

skin on skin

and the sirens as they took you in

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