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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Mother told me I'll understand, one day when I love a man. She told me I would do anything for him, for love love if I can. She told me I'll do things for him, I would have never forseen. She told me I 'll even put him, before my own dreams. My mother told me, one day I'll understand. My mother told me at the age of ten, she needed me to please her boyfriend. I knew not how I could, and didn't yet comprehend. Especially when I considered, my mother my bestfriend. She told me to take my clothes off, lay down and close my eyes. Then she raised her voice at me, as she said now is not the time to ask why. Then her boyfriend walked in, and asked her, why wasn't I undress. Then he came over kissed my lips, and began fondling my breast. He grabbed my arm then told me, now you'll make love to a real man. I tried to snatch my arm away and tried to run, but quickly he grabbed my hand. He dragged me into the room, by my arm and neck. Then he told me today I'll know, how it felt to be considered wet. He told to lye down, as he closed the door and smiled. Then he said today you cross over, into adulthood from being just a child. I didn't take off my clothes, because I didn't want anthing to do with this. He walked back out the room, and offered my mother another hit. He came back into my room, and layed back on my bed. The he said today, you'll learn to appreciate giving me head. After a time or two, of purposely biting his manhood. He snatched me up by hair saying nevermind, let me go down there and make you feel good. I kept my eyes closed the the whole time, trying to understand and realize. Why was this "real" man tongue, between my thighs. When he was finished he layed on top of me, placing his manhood inside. Then he made me get on top and said now, I'll teach you how to finally ride. When he got tired, of doing all of that. He said now I'll teach you, how to lye on your back. When he was finished he said, this isn't just your butt crack. I screamed to the top of my voice, through it all but no one could hear. Through the schorching pain and many tears. The older I became, the more I continued not to understand. Why or how could my mother sacrifice me, for the love of a man!
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