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The fifth of September, 2020,
I remember the day like no other,
The day I ignore, the day I smother,
Another day of primary school and I felt uneasy,
Like the feeling you get when you feel queasy,
I walk to school alone like I always do,
Adorned in a uniform, white and blue,
My skirt down past my knees my hair let down,
But as I walk I start to frown,
A car pulls up, its red and brand new,
The nervous feeling spikes and on my cheek I start to chew,
Three teenage boys, far older than me,
Are you alone they ask, and I am as scared as can be,
Yes I admitted, it wasn't like I could lie,
They all smile and ask if I want a ride,
I decline as politely as I could and continue to walk,
Stranger danger is in my mind as they continue to talk,
We weren't asking they grin and grab my arm,
I scream I fight as I am dragged to the car,
A skirt that reached past my knees, my hair let down,
Everyone wore the same uniform around,
But suddenly my clothes and being ripped and torn,
The clothes I had always worn,
What happened in that car I won't repeat,
It keeps me awake, so sick I can't eat,
A skirt that reached past my knees was replaced with trousers,
Anything to deter the watchers and browsers,
My hair once let down now tied up,
I wouldn't want the men to act up,
Ten years old when I entered that car,
Naïve and innocent, but it left scars,
I was little girl, as regular as ever,
But that was before the fifth of September.
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