Her story

Poetry about (not) falling prey to older men with a fetish for innocence, about girlhood and those in the shadows who enjoy stealing it.
I've had many names, none are Lolita.

"I want him the way a child wants candy
Meaning it would be wise to refuse me
Through his lips my name feels alive again
Somebody guide me or punish me
It is sick when a man lies down with a girl
It is sick and downright wicked
And I won't do it

Somebody hold me I don't know any better
All I am is a girl.
And I think I'll be one forever."