Sweet, Pretty and Used

I don’t remember her name.
I didn’t know her well.
I sat near her in a high school class.
I remember she was sweet and pretty.
She also seemed like a kind person.
One day I recall hearing a guy tell another
that he had her too, as if she were just
a whore and nothing more to be used
for sex by both of those scumbags.
No doubt they told others and sullied
her reputation in high school evermore.
How I hated those guys back then.
It was like a sacrilege to use that sweet
girl, dump her, and brag about it.
Worse, how heartbreaking and awful
it must have been for her to endure
being seen as just a body to be used
for sex and nothing more.

Bob Boyd

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