Girls in blossom and forced to grow up too soon. Girls who feel awkward and shy as their breasts press uncomfortably against their dresses now fast becoming small – such stress. Breasts that are fondled forcefully by trusted fathers, brothers, uncles and friends whose eyes shine with delight that belie the blight of the child now growing yet not fully understanding this weird role.
Hating it and hurting but having nowhere to run to. Shy smiles and tears settling on lips quivering faintly “no please don’t”
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