Why?

I am a mere fifteen years old
And yet, it has happened more than thrice
Boys will be boys right?
It's just how they think, right?
It locker room talk, right?
Ok. But I wasn't in
A locker room
Well what were you wearing?
Why does it matter
I was twelve.
Their eyes should not have been hungry for my innocence
Were you being provacative?
I was working.
I was doing my job.
Were you?
Why are you asking me these questions and not asking him
Why he said that, why he did that, why he touched me, why I was threatened
When even when I told my own family they doubted me
Even though it's happened to them too
Why didn't you just ignore it? If nothing happened?
I 
Am 
Sick
Of 
Being
Asked
Why