
White man, white coat, and stethoscope, sitting on a stool.
It’s late in the afternoon, I’ve come straight from Primary School.
There’s an abcess on my right thigh, it’s red, hot, and sore.
He tells my social worker and the nurse to leave, they do, then he closes the exam room door.
White man, white coat, and stethoscope, sitting on a stool.
Everything off from the waist down Neta.
Wait for further instruction.
Turn around, don’t look at me.
Wait for further instruction.
There’s a mirror opposite so I can see, but it’s more for him, it’s not for me.
His zip is down, his penis is free.
I wait for further instruction.
Stand up straight Neta, feet apart.
Are you crying? Don’t you start!
Bend over now, that’s the girl.
Put your nose to your knees.
How does that feel?
White man, white coat, and stethoscope, sitting on a stool.
I’m nine years old.
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