I used to define “sexual assault” in my own head as rape. So, in my own definition, I had never been sexually assaulted. Then I woke up, and took a casual glance back at my life: 1) Fifth grade, waiting with my class to go back in after recess, a classmate reached out in … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Patricia Lockwood
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