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Shout out to my high school principal, who cared more about the length of my skirt than the fact I was being sexually assaulted in the halls
who cared more about how many times he could twirl me around in my dress before it became questionable than if kids were being groped unwantedly in a place they should feel safe, a place of education
shout out to my high school teacher who said the fact I was getting sexually harassed, groped, and abused on the bus was "unchangeable" that "boys will be boys" and they're just "immature freshman".
please tell me why i have to cope with boys touching my butt as I walk the halls of a school where i have no option than to be
tell me why I have to get used to being slutshamed and called names and tore down day after day because there's no proof
what is the point of the camera's every where and the anti-bullying program if everyday the harassment goes unaddressed
if every day I just grew to hate myself more
I couldn't stand to be in my own skin anymore, it felt tainted
tainted by the countless hands that had "accidently brushed" it, the countless times it'd been caressed as a sign of "comforting", or the times fingers slid up it's thighs and down it's sides testing the limits of its host who was just too afraid to say enough is enough because she knew that sometimes saying no was worse than saying nothing
why
why am i, as a woman, forced to succumb to the fact that we are just vessels
simply objects to be adored
why am I forced to accept that men will touch me and that that's just how they are
when is enough enough? 
when young girls skip days of school to avoid the torment? 
when young girls succumb to the wants so that they can obtain some form of control of the advances?
when girls switch schools hoping to escape it? 
when girls start self harming or kill themselves because they want to escape the body in which seems to be the source of all their anguish
if it wasn't for the body in which they were born they could fly under the radar like all the other girls
all the other girls who tell her she's lucky that boys like her, that she's pretty. the girls who envy her figure
what these girls don't see is a girl who's held down and forced out of her clothes, who's pinned to a freezing cold ground as a hot body forces itself in between her and then inside of her
a girl who cries as flashbacks flood her mind 
a girl who hates her skin because it seems to belong to everyone else but her 
shout out to my highschool principal who taught me that in just being a girl, I had to put guidelines on my life so that boys could be boys without guidelines on there's