Another NaBloPoMo blog I need to round off
This time it’s something I’m not particularly proud of
An era of youth that’s not so carefree
an uncomfortable truth from 1993
a seven year friendship turned bitter and cruel
during an afternoon at Saddleworth Pool
I look back with feelings of bitterness and venom
towards the boy that we will call MM
My thoughts like the pool, made of fluidity
How could I have acted with such stupidity?
The lesson had ended, another begins
a changing cubicle the place of his sins
I remember the confusion: Did he like me? Did he hate me?
As he pressed his prepubescent body against me
He knew that I wouldn’t know what to expect
and I realise now that in retrospect
He might not have known what “special needs” was
But he knew I was different and naive ’cause
We spent five years in primary school
and that’s why he thought that I’d be cool
with him touching me with his penis and hands
I’m graphic ’cause that’s what this thesis demands
If he could do this at the age that he was,
As an adult, who knows what he’s capable of?
Next year we attended two different schools
I didn’t fit in, like an insolent fool,
But I stayed in touch with MM like a fool,
And he told me he hated his secondary school
He was always a strange one, that can’t be denied,
and I’ve pushed all those thoughts in my mind to one side
But then last week, just out of curiosity
I searched on LinkedIn without any animosity
He’s a manager now, in charge of a team,
He’s MIEP, whatever that means.
I wonder sometimes if he ever remembers
or feels guilt due to what he did with his member
But none of that matters, and strangely, I’m glad
‘Cause survivors of rape would not think it so bad
I wonder- what made him do such an act?
Could it be that MM was abused in his past?
Maybe, but I wanted to end off this verse
by trying to stop things from becoming worse
If ever you notice a child is strange
or their knowledge of sex is advanced for their age
Don’t wait ’til the signs are too clear to see
Report as a crime to the NSPCC.