Stop

Hey, stop, why are you touching me there?

I feel weird as you caress my hair

You’re a grown man

And I’m just a little girl

What is your plan

As you call me your pearl

I don’t want to hug you goodbye

What is it you want to try?

Stop, stop, why are you doing that?

I don’t understand what you want to do

Why are you giving my head a pat

You want me to kiss you?

I’m a bit older, but I haven’t said a word

It’s been twenty two years, almost a twenty third

But who can I trust? Who should I tell?

What if they don’t give a shit?

Just seeing men, I don’t feel well

I should have done something about it