How unsettling it is to think your perception is your reality of me
Must I even come to my own defense as if I owe you an explanation?
You asked me if I had slept with him – I barely even know you.
Obviously uncomfortable, I grimace while shaking my head, “No”…
“It’s okay, we were all teenagers once” – You add as if to remove the implied shame.
I wonder if I should tell you.
I wonder if you’ll ever know exactly how fucked up that question is.
He raped me when I was a teenager, still a minor child.
But it’s not really any of your business.
Or something I particularly care to revisit.
And I’m not sure you’d ever understand.
So I shake my head again, “No.”
And let it go.
You Are My Stars 