He molested a girl in second grade.
I didn’t understand and couldn’t fathom what was happening.
I only knew that I was very mad.
But I didn’t say anything.
He was my English teacher.

We were six girls.
Five girls sat at the front desk.
Whoever arrived late had to sit at the back desk by herself.
He would go sit next to her,
Pull her onto his lap,
And run his penis against the back of her body.
I was always terrified of being late to the class.
I didn’t want to sit in the back alone.
I was too scared to tell anyone or speak up.
I used to wear a belt every time I went to class.

I’m terrified of men.
I’m literally afraid of them.
Whenever I take public transportation,
I’m scared that people who bump into me might do something to me.
Even if it’s just an accident.
We kept taking tutoring sessions with that teacher until we increased in number.
I kept taking sessions with him until the 12th grade.
It terrified me every time he said, “I raised you.”
I wanted to kill him.
I hated seeing him anywhere.
The one thing I managed to do,
Was prevent my sister from taking classes with him alone when she was in elementary school.
At least I managed to spare someone from experiencing this disgusting feeling.