Poem -

The School Changing Room

I remember aged 7 or 8
When I was at school
We had lessons each week
In the school's small pool.

One day in the changing room
My female teacher looked in.
I was one of several boys
And there was no screen.

I was just in my underwear
As my teacher looked round
"I'll help you" she said
And yanked my pants down.

So there I was aged 8
Fully frontal nude
I must have blushed
And covered my crotch
How shameful!Ā  How crude!

"Oh don't worry" she said
"I've seen it all before.Ā  Turn around"
I relaxed as she put my trunks on
And we walked out the door.

I don't know why she did this
It never happagain
It was a strange feeling
I can't quite explain.

They laughed at me too
With nude baby photos when I was 10
My parents and younger siblings:
That strange feelimg again.

Well I won't be bothered.
(Not really)
Why should I care
If somebody sees me
Undressed or bare?

It seems that sometimes people have wanted it.

(I won't trouble you readers this time with a nude photo to see, but if check out my last poem there's a photo of me).Ā 

MDC.Ā  Copyright.

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Gwendoline

Adults are meant to make children feel safe. I hope writing helped you with this memory. The repercussions of one single action effects a child long term. As adults it is our duty to be mindful. That teacher was far from mindful or respectful to you. A brave write and I always have the upmost respect when someone opens up and shares real feelings and memories. It teaches the reader to transfer their perspective for a brief moment. Hopefully leaving them feeling a little wiser than before. As much as you were the child in this scenario. You have become the teacher within the confines of your poetry. A far better teacher than the one stated in this pieceĀ 

keep writing and thank you for posting an honest writeĀ 
Gwen :)

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Michael Champion

Thank you.Ā  I remember the incident quite vividly, but it doesn't really bother me.Ā 

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Gwendoline

Really glad it doesn’t, look forward to reading more from you :)

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