Maggie’s friend

Do not know how to handle that sh*t
So I don’t like to talk about it. 

Something I touched with so much disgust even though I felt kind of ruched. 

On his lap at 5 years old
“Just enjoy it” I was told  
Did not know how to let him show 
My junk was never his to blow

Is it the reason who I am today..? 
“betting on the other team” is what they say, you can also call it “born this way” 

I feel as if it has defined me.
My very existence, futile you see

Unknowing and innocent I went,
To meet this monster I called...

Maggie’s  friend