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Ode to a Young Girl1.
They said she didn’t resist.
They said she really wanted it.
They said it was her fault for dressing like a slut.
But she knew better.
That one night, that life-changing night, at her best friend’s party
She had started talking to a guy she found attractive, but hadn’t met before
He asked her to have a few drinks with him
She said no
Touched her on the arm
Said it would be alright
He asked her to come with him
Said they were going to have some fun
There were three other guys sitting outside the bedroom
She recognized one
It was her best friend
Whom she trusted
Whom she cared about
Whom she loved
By whom she was betrayed.
The boy she had just met, who had seemed so nice not an hour ago, then uttered just seven words, a mere nine syllables, that made her feel so weak she nearly collapsed
“Alright, who’s first? I’ve got another one.”
They took turns with her, one at a time absolute
Ode to ProcrastinationThe bane of my existence
The source of all my strife
I feel as though I've done one
Annually all my life
I could be working on it
But I spend time here instead
Yes, my critical paper will surely haunt me
'till the day I'm dead.
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