Sex Sure Pressure
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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