Based in Northern vignia, embwrites is a blog by poet Em. Her works explore themes surrounding self exploration and emotional expression.  

Why I Didn't Report

When he put his hand in mine,
                                    I didn’t flinch.

I was the shy yellow girl
in glasses,
mystified that a boy
                        three years older
showed interest in me.

His rough tongue
chafed my neck,
fumbling fingers
unbuttoned my pants;
                      I should’ve screamed.

A few weeks later,
he asked me out –
didn’t that prove
                       he was a good guy?

Like Dr. Ford, I had
no corroborating evidence;
he was a well-liked
                      rich white boy –

So who the hell
                    would’ve believed me?

When my jeans
were too tight,
my father called
me a whore;

When my uncle
came over,
my mother insisted
I wear a bra;

 So how was I
supposed to know
                       It wasn’t my fault?

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