I remember the first time I felt a man’s eyes on my body. I was probably 5 or 6. He was a grown man, somebody my parents knew. It was a big party and we were dancing, surrounded by friends and family. To the outside world, it probably looked very cute.
But there was a moment for me where it all changed. He had an expression I couldn’t name, but I knew that I felt ashamed. I felt I had done something weird or dirty or wrong, but I wasn’t sure what. I felt different about myself then, in a way that never really healed...
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TOUCH OF A SEXUAL ASSAULT
POEM DILIGHTED BY ITZEL BECERRA