By Cha Roque

I was 12 the first time. He was a family friend.

And then when I was 19. He was a stranger on public transpo.

And then when I was 15 and drunk and I remember saying no but the guy did not stop. He was a friend.

And then when I was 21. Another stranger on public transpo. I called him out but the other people in the van said and did nothing.

And then when I was 31, a guy we didn’t know kept hitting on my girlfriend. We said no and he attacked us. But we also punched the asshole in his face.

Enough of this shit.
This madness has to stop.

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