Voice

Where was my voice?
When he would slide his hand up my leg under the science table
Why didn’t I trust myself?
When I didn’t believe what I was feeling when I thought I must be imagining
Why didn’t I speak up?
When he continued to touch me every day even though I was scared and repulsed and didn’t want him touching me
Who silenced me?

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