Me Too Poems
#MeToo
Me Too poems, a collection of poetry relating to the #MeToo movement, an international movement against sexual harassment and assault. Here you'll find poems by those who have experienced rape, sexual violence and harassment. Also poetry expressing solidarity with the #MeToo movement.
Self Destructive
wishin i had a life that
i could be myself in
raise the roof n party
like the gem that i am
don’t need anyone else
i’m my own evil twin
more than you bargained for
you won’t be disappointed
now i’m drinkin like a fish
n i don’t wanna eat a thing
it’s like fuck this shit
even though my head is
spinnin outa control
from malnourishment
and i almost pass tf out
barely make it to the bed
but that’s exactly where
you wanted me isn’t it
you say it's a win-win
i musta been askin for...
i could be myself in
raise the roof n party
like the gem that i am
don’t need anyone else
i’m my own evil twin
more than you bargained for
you won’t be disappointed
now i’m drinkin like a fish
n i don’t wanna eat a thing
it’s like fuck this shit
even though my head is
spinnin outa control
from malnourishment
and i almost pass tf out
barely make it to the bed
but that’s exactly where
you wanted me isn’t it
you say it's a win-win
i musta been askin for...
#MeToo
#alcohol
#shame
#EatingDisorder
#manipulation
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Virgin Words
my very first exchange
of a sexual nature
made me just a little
mature for my age
was just a little girl
when two teenage boys
told me to lay naked
made me ashamed
right from the start
no supportive adults
so i suppressed it all
now too uncomfortable
even saying certain words
like penis and vagina
wash my mouth out
with soap, don’t repeat
what i’ve told them all
dirty girl, she was only
eight years old
of a sexual nature
made me just a little
mature for my age
was just a little girl
when two teenage boys
told me to lay naked
made me ashamed
right from the start
no supportive adults
so i suppressed it all
now too uncomfortable
even saying certain words
like penis and vagina
wash my mouth out
with soap, don’t repeat
what i’ve told them all
dirty girl, she was only
eight years old
#childhood
#MeToo
#silence
#PTSD
#emptiness
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God's Jeans
I am sad.
I dont know Who to be today.
I broke all my promises to myself about "trying" and "letting go" and "being happy and healing."
I want to escape but its fucking pointless.
I feel hopeless.
I see how in the past Ive thrown all my power away.
I didn't even know what it was.
Didn't even.
That is how I got hurt in the first place.
But I am still Innocent.
I am still Forgiven.
Its just that I am also-
A lost and afraid little girl who doesn't believe anyone could ever- ...
I dont know Who to be today.
I broke all my promises to myself about "trying" and "letting go" and "being happy and healing."
I want to escape but its fucking pointless.
I feel hopeless.
I see how in the past Ive thrown all my power away.
I didn't even know what it was.
Didn't even.
That is how I got hurt in the first place.
But I am still Innocent.
I am still Forgiven.
Its just that I am also-
A lost and afraid little girl who doesn't believe anyone could ever- ...
#sadness
#sex
#abuse
#MeToo
#God
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Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
Every man
believes himself
an exception
to the rule,
that many things
he still might be
but never
just a tool.
His wisdom is
an insight of
how different
that he is,
when just affirming
this is true
negates
he's such a wiz.
He takes up time
and space
from her
to tell that he's not,
when just withholding
her the floor
decodes
the kettle pot.
Each excuse
excuses him
from being ...
#MeToo
#misunderstood
#suffering
#emptiness
#bittersweet
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Scars in her eyes
Beauty was in her smile
Love in her soul
She said no, but didn't win the fight
Now, there's one thing she can't hide
Scars in her eyes
She just wants to cry
Pain is in her smile
Hurt in her soul
She said no, but didn't win the fight
And she has scars in her eyes
Love in her soul
She said no, but didn't win the fight
Now, there's one thing she can't hide
Scars in her eyes
She just wants to cry
Pain is in her smile
Hurt in her soul
She said no, but didn't win the fight
And she has scars in her eyes
#sadness
#abuse
#MeToo
#suffering
#hurt
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To the Man Who Stole My Innocence
With your hands around my neck
You stole more than my breath
The gold in my soul went
Along with tears unwept
With your hands clenched tight
You stole my will to fight
My conviction for flight
From a years long night
You stole my voice
My strength
My will to mend
My desire to connect
Well I’m back
On your doorstep
I’ve come
To collect.
You stole more than my breath
The gold in my soul went
Along with tears unwept
With your hands clenched tight
You stole my will to fight
My conviction for flight
From a years long night
You stole my voice
My strength
My will to mend
My desire to connect
Well I’m back
On your doorstep
I’ve come
To collect.
#abuse
#MeToo
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My Eyes Are Up Here

#women
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
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Mother's of This Earth
The drizzling rain had left the night
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
darkness upon her cheeks,
it was fight or flight
The earth glistened, remnants of the rain
Cold memories flowing into the gutters
and off it goes into the drains
Shadows sweeping across the land
what's left of the night, stood silent in vigil
watching her disappear in the morning light
An angel from the heavens at the gates of day
a silent sentinel of unknown darkness
watching the horizons, the sunrising ray
Last night, she picked up her torn and tattered gown ...
#abuse
#MeToo
#evil
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Someone Talked
I’m here out of necessity, baby,
why are you here?
I’m fucking with these bad
bitches trying not to
fall victim to the
#MeToo grift
as the Taliban takes
over Kabul
I just want a simple
life where I can drink and
write and still make
80K a year
#WheresJoe
who cares?
The Loser of The Year Show
Awards were coming up
soon
and he was the frontrunner
whatever ails you right
now is your fault
you drank the Kool-Aid
and now I was...
why are you here?
I’m fucking with these bad
bitches trying not to
fall victim to the
#MeToo grift
as the Taliban takes
over Kabul
I just want a simple
life where I can drink and
write and still make
80K a year
#WheresJoe
who cares?
The Loser of The Year Show
Awards were coming up
soon
and he was the frontrunner
whatever ails you right
now is your fault
you drank the Kool-Aid
and now I was...
#sex
#corruption
#MeToo
#politics
#alcohol
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Predatory Affinities
Perhaps I haunted her as she haunted me.” - Daphne Du Maurier
Brutality caresses her skin
Enjoying the delicate softness
Breathing gently onto the nape of her slender neck
Allowing the wildflower scent in her beautiful hair to
Overwhelm evils sense of smell and
Invade its memory
Sensing her tense moments
Charged with fear and a dirtied arousal
Intoxicating and enchanting
The beast appreciating hunting her
Pursuing control and domination of her spirit …of what makes her who she is
Cancerous and hidden within...
Brutality caresses her skin
Enjoying the delicate softness
Breathing gently onto the nape of her slender neck
Allowing the wildflower scent in her beautiful hair to
Overwhelm evils sense of smell and
Invade its memory
Sensing her tense moments
Charged with fear and a dirtied arousal
Intoxicating and enchanting
The beast appreciating hunting her
Pursuing control and domination of her spirit …of what makes her who she is
Cancerous and hidden within...
#MeToo
#shame
#PTSD #metaphor
#PTSD #metaphor
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Survivor
They always warn you about the men across the street, or the predators lurking at the parks with invisible puppies.
But they never warn you about the ones across the world, who can still hold so much power.
I'd met him when I was only thirteen, and now that I think of it again he must've been twenty.
I wish that someone would've noticed what was happening to me, or I would've said something.
Because even now, I still am afraid of him. When I have my bad days it is hard for me not to imagine that he isn't lurking around every dark corner of my house.
My stomach...
But they never warn you about the ones across the world, who can still hold so much power.
I'd met him when I was only thirteen, and now that I think of it again he must've been twenty.
I wish that someone would've noticed what was happening to me, or I would've said something.
Because even now, I still am afraid of him. When I have my bad days it is hard for me not to imagine that he isn't lurking around every dark corner of my house.
My stomach...
#MeToo
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Eye contact

#violence
#abuse
#MeToo
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
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7 Comments
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