When I was five

When I was five years old it seemed,
I needed to learn how to swim
And so I was then introduced
To meet a guy with a cheerful grin.And he was tan and a bit heavy,
His head was bold, his belly jelly
He seemed to be a jolly fellow
I think that is all that I could tell yaAnd so he took me to the deep
his words were tender yet he couldn’t keep
his hands to places where we could see them

He would just smile and gently whisper
into my ear while his hands were caressing
some parts of mine I yet to know existed

“Doesn’t it feel nice?” he used to ask
I have to say it probably was
Cause that is how I answered.

And so it was a daily thing
that when he taught me how to swim
his hands would slide over my body
it was a thing to tell nobody

When I grew up, I was about ten
Already knew that what was then
It wasn’t right but when I met him
He acted as if nothing happened

It made me think that just maybe
It was just something I imagined
Then he approached me on a swing
and did the same exact thing

And tho I was then two times older
My mind is clear, my soul is bolder
I froze there sitting on the swing
and answered by saying the same thing

Sometimes it’s difficult to adjust
to say yourself that just because
It doesn’t matter who does touch,
touching some parts can still feel nice

Yet doesn’t make the act ok
And that’s the part I wish I said
When I was five.