The bus number 11

Shoulder to shoulder,
Together we stand; in the buss,
He doesn't know me,
And neither did I.

He is standing in the back,
I am standing in the front,
Putting my headphones,
And reading a book.

Suddenly, I felt something
Touching me in my butt,
I turned around to see what is it,
And I realized:
He is tall and strong,
I'm small and weak,
I turned back,
I felt something again,
It was his hard dick
Touching my butt,
Going up and down my butt,
It was rape with no rape.

It was rape with no blood.
What can I do?
What should I do?
Should I shout?
Should I push him back?
He is strong and I'm weak.

To God I prayed for a chance,
I prayed for a safe place,
In a crowded place,
I prayed for no girl stand up
In my place,
I prayed and I prayed.

It was only a five minute
That looked as five years,
A luck played his game,
A guy left me his place,
That was the last time,
I took the bus number 11.