It started on the cinder blocks that sat to the east.
The summer before Kindergarten, too young to say the least.
He said he was my boyfriend and wanted to kiss.
I liked him and was uneasy but relented so as not to miss
the attentions of a boy I knew as my neighbor and friend
to keep him around I gave in.
A kiss turned into unbuttoning my shirt and letting him feel my chest
again I relented all the while not feeling my best.
Later that night as my mom tucked me into bed
I poured out what had happened and together we discussed what needed
to be said.
The next day, I told the boy that our secret actions had to end
and afterwards I was relieved and on the mend.
I do not remember hanging out with him much
just feeling relieved that I no longer felt pressure to succumb to his touch.
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