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It was a small school community, 
Close and cliquish, but a special one,
For physically disabled people, kids,
And so sometimes it was fun.

But we were paired informally, by the school’s ethos done,  
For those serious friendship conversations;
About disability and our societal position,
And for considering what would be our future adulations.

But I came first in almost every class,
In all but one, and in that one, in some way,
And so the boy that was supposedly my partner,
Sexually abused me one day. 

I mean, after that he attempted to do it gain,
A handful of times, behind people’s backs, 
Because he had so much prestige in the corridor,
From his own special school, for his max.

I was behaviourally prone according to the medical staff and some of the others,
For refusing to dress myself as a toddler,
But it was only silently, secretly and kind of kindly,
'Cos they suspected there'd maybe a reason for my wobbler. 

With my mild CP, I couldn't cope with the relationship,
With my mum, her insistence,
That god would move my hands,
Thought I'd be revisited as this was pance.

I was a female, he was a male,
And his mum was a high school teacher,
Who educated him as to his equal standing,
With mainstream kids, that they were just his partner.

But even more so, the school was very traditional,
With a Christian talk and prayers in assembly; 
So since he was a boy and I a girl,
He was assumed as at the top of the class abstractly.

My parents, family and church friends in my life condoned him, 
Said that I was much to blame, 
For freely entering that hotel room in Aberdeen, 
To watch television with him, a flame. 

The teachers didn’t know and would shout at me, 
For not talking to him enough, 
Until one day I told his favourite teacher,
That one day he had been rough. 

She never raised her voice to me again, 
But I was not removed from my home life, 
Because Stephen was a boarder, 
And separation was the fief. 

I think they knew that it was partly the teachers' faults,
What happened to me in that room,
For not embracing equal rights and other beliefs,
For keeping open the Christian bigotry tomb.

The school had no right to determine our relationships, 
Our friendships that would focus our minds;
One day we'd be the men and women,
Of our country, our able-bodied society of kinds. 

I am so glad to see the back of Stephen,
Think that he should never have had it so good, 
And hope that one day in the future, 
He’ll be punished for his deeds so foul and rude.
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