Maybe it was when I was told the spaghetti straps on my shirt  could  prevent a boy from learning.  
Maybe it was  when I got my first mammogram at fifteen 
but at tweny one the nurse explained the meaning of a mammogram to me twice because he thought maybe I was “confusing my procedures.” 
Maybe it was when a boy at school slapped my butt and I still had to say hello to him at lunch. 
Maybe it was when they gave us rape whistles in high school 
and they didn’t make a sound when you tried to blow in them. 
Maybe it was  when I was told  it’s just hormones
when I asked for help with my depression
three months before my suicide attempt.

Maybe it was while I was writing this poem and the feeling of fear trembled out of my pen. 

Maybe

                       Maybe

Maybe.