TW: sexual harassment/assault
Seventh Grade
I told you to take your hands off of me and you laughed
I had to physically fight you off and kick you in the groin to make you let go.
It worked, but not for long.
Eighth Grade
You’re at it again.
Of course, you are.
I fight you off again
This time the other boys call me a bitch and say I overreacted.
I didn’t.
Present Day
You’re a priest now and the very idea makes me sick.
But Junior High was a long time ago,
Maybe you’ve changed.
But probably not.
I’m a mother now, and it’s my job to ensure my son doesn’t behave like you
But because he’s a boy, I have to ensure he’s safe from your brethren behind the thin white line of the collars around your necks.
Your Facebook profile says you’re an exorcist.
Neat.
You’re more concerned about the hypothetical spiritual monsters than the actual human monsters at your side
The ones who leave battlefields of broken childhoods in their wake
We’re older now and it’s easier for you to hide
Hide behind your cherry-picked Bible verses and your black robes
But I still see you
You, with your perverse piety
Obsessed with those slutty teen girls who apparently impregnate themselves
Demonic whores, waiting for you to lay on your hands (are you at it again?) and cast them out.