Teenage rebels By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
The girl she doesn't tell them
What she's doing there
She's kissing him
Without fear
She's frenching him
They are intertwined
By the mouths
Together they ride
The girl she doesn't tell her parents
What's she's up to
She has a shy accomplice
That's in it too
Sitting by the door
Looking very glum
She was too nervous to tell her friend
That she never wanted to be one
Supposed to be a look out
A look out for them
Of the teenagers
Not yet of age
The girl she is sad
And she is shocked
That someone her age
Would do something like that
Frenching a boyfriend
In a classroom
When classes are over
In a room
Two doors away
From her class
She's frenching him
With force
Her friend wants none of it
But she still sits there
Unable to do anything
Powerless to speak what she wants clear
Her friend said not to tell anyone
Not even a soul
But she told her mother
After she asked her for the third time
Out on the road
In the car
Near to the shop
Some years later
The kissing did not stop
She heard through a friend
That they had started sex
She couldn't believe it
How harsh a thing
(picked No. 22)
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