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.
Jonestyra
Poem Published
Today 2:50am
Today 2:50am
The truth is...
The truth is, I look both ways before crossing the street now.
The truth is, when I see someone walking on the sidewalk next to me I cross the street even if it's not where I intended to go in the beginning.
The truth is, on the good days I only check the jail roster once, on the bad it's an endless cycle.
The truth is, you've managed to scare me in more than one way.
The truth is, you've turned my empathy into apathy.
The truth is, the monsters in my dreams aren't coming from under the bed anymore, they're much closer.
The truth is, I still feel your body on...
The truth is, when I see someone walking on the sidewalk next to me I cross the street even if it's not where I intended to go in the beginning.
The truth is, on the good days I only check the jail roster once, on the bad it's an endless cycle.
The truth is, you've managed to scare me in more than one way.
The truth is, you've turned my empathy into apathy.
The truth is, the monsters in my dreams aren't coming from under the bed anymore, they're much closer.
The truth is, I still feel your body on...
#dark
#MeToo
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Jonestyra
Poem Published
28th Jun 2020 2:52am
28th Jun 2020 2:52am
Maybe if...
Maybe if I hadn't mumbled under my breath the word no he would have stopped.
Maybe if I had been braver and raised my voice when he kept pushing me closer I wouldn't have been so hard to hear
Maybe if I hadn't worn those pants that made me feel beautiful within my curves I wouldn't have enticed his mind
Maybe if my hand wouldn't have been still, if my heart wasn't pounding, if my eyes weren't crying, maybe if I didn't look so afraid he would have taken the word no seriously.
Maybe if I took my frozen body and pushed him when his hands grabbed me maybe I could have ran...
Maybe if I had been braver and raised my voice when he kept pushing me closer I wouldn't have been so hard to hear
Maybe if I hadn't worn those pants that made me feel beautiful within my curves I wouldn't have enticed his mind
Maybe if my hand wouldn't have been still, if my heart wasn't pounding, if my eyes weren't crying, maybe if I didn't look so afraid he would have taken the word no seriously.
Maybe if I took my frozen body and pushed him when his hands grabbed me maybe I could have ran...
#MeToo
37 reads
2 Comments
charmingquin
Poem Published
8th Jun 2020 2:52pm
8th Jun 2020 2:52pm
Rape
Take off your clothes
Or I’ll rip them off
You choose...
Like I was given a choice.
My consent wasn’t acknowledge
I didn’t matter to them now
My body did
He kept pushing it in
“Oh, hey guys, she’s a red”
Amidst this evil
They laughed.
"Stop!"
"Get off me!"
"Please!"
All these pleas and more fell on deaf ears.
You know that pouring water on a rock thing?
Yeah. This was it.
They raped me. In turns…
And it’s not my body alone
It was...
My mind. Shattered ...
Or I’ll rip them off
You choose...
Like I was given a choice.
My consent wasn’t acknowledge
I didn’t matter to them now
My body did
He kept pushing it in
“Oh, hey guys, she’s a red”
Amidst this evil
They laughed.
"Stop!"
"Get off me!"
"Please!"
All these pleas and more fell on deaf ears.
You know that pouring water on a rock thing?
Yeah. This was it.
They raped me. In turns…
And it’s not my body alone
It was...
My mind. Shattered ...
#anger
#violence
#abuse
#MeToo
#suicide
68 reads
2 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2020 2:53pm
2nd Jun 2020 2:53pm
Rotting Secrets
Why hold back anything to rot?". -Daphne Du Maurier
Choking on rotting secrets big and small
Burning my throat with secrets like drinking poison
Life forced to pause when my secrets start to rot and poison daily existence
Lungs bursting with the need to let these secrets go
The poison crippling my ability to breathe
Gases and poisoned are knocking in my chest
Escaping through choking and gagging
Forced silence provoking secrets to decompose
Their shame contaminating my own shame
Projecting their existence into my rotting one...
Choking on rotting secrets big and small
Burning my throat with secrets like drinking poison
Life forced to pause when my secrets start to rot and poison daily existence
Lungs bursting with the need to let these secrets go
The poison crippling my ability to breathe
Gases and poisoned are knocking in my chest
Escaping through choking and gagging
Forced silence provoking secrets to decompose
Their shame contaminating my own shame
Projecting their existence into my rotting one...
#anger
#MeToo
#CallToAction #metaphor
#CallToAction #metaphor
76 reads
4 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 4:08pm
1st Jun 2020 4:08pm
Silence Refused
Silence speaks louder than words. This is my revenge. You never can escape the lies within..."
- The Raven Age / evil silence
Shh ... it's our disturbed secret
You must keep the silence
No one can know about what happens in
Silent secrecy between us
Evil kept in silence
Fables told to others that don't deserve to be kept in a dark and evil silence
Fear the motivation behind the lies
Shh ... It's our disturbed secret
Violent encounters in the shadows
Leaves, sticks, and rocks our bed to...
- The Raven Age / evil silence
Shh ... it's our disturbed secret
You must keep the silence
No one can know about what happens in
Silent secrecy between us
Evil kept in silence
Fables told to others that don't deserve to be kept in a dark and evil silence
Fear the motivation behind the lies
Shh ... It's our disturbed secret
Violent encounters in the shadows
Leaves, sticks, and rocks our bed to...
#MeToo
#CallToAction
#DomesticViolence
95 reads
2 Comments
Jadedembers
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:11pm
17th May 2020 4:11pm
Choosing Monsters In Human Skin
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#CallToAction
#DomesticViolence
154 reads
6 Comments
Tina2020
Tina Delaney
Tina Delaney
Poem Published
15th May 2020 9:51pm
15th May 2020 9:51pm
My pimp
#sadness
#father
#sex
#abuse
#MeToo
96 reads
6 Comments
TheUninspiredPoet
-B.B
-B.B
Poem Published
6th Apr 2020 5:15am
6th Apr 2020 5:15am
What you did to me
#sadness
#grief
#abuse
#MeToo
#DomesticViolence
164 reads
0 Comments
TheUninspiredPoet
-B.B
-B.B
Poem Published
29th Mar 2020 6:20am
29th Mar 2020 6:20am
PTSD
I have flashbacks of that day
That awful day it happened
That terrible day when he took it all away
“Please, no, don’t!”
It didn’t matter what I said
It didn’t matter as he slipped my shirt above my head
At first I tried with all my might but it didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight
He still slid off my underwear and threw them out of sight
He hit and choked me as I tried to resist
Sometimes I swear that I can still feel his hands squeezing my wrists
So then I laid there frozen
Not sure of what to do
I...
That awful day it happened
That terrible day when he took it all away
“Please, no, don’t!”
It didn’t matter what I said
It didn’t matter as he slipped my shirt above my head
At first I tried with all my might but it didn’t matter how hard I tried to fight
He still slid off my underwear and threw them out of sight
He hit and choked me as I tried to resist
Sometimes I swear that I can still feel his hands squeezing my wrists
So then I laid there frozen
Not sure of what to do
I...
#abuse
#MeToo
#PTSD
160 reads
4 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 5:36pm
21st Mar 2020 5:36pm
#MeToo
#MeToo
#BDSM
#rhyming #revenge
#rhyming #revenge
324 reads
2 Comments
da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
17th Mar 2020 4:39am
17th Mar 2020 4:39am
Consent Is Sexy
Whether it's a good girl or a ratchet ass ho
It doesn't change the fact that no means no
Before there's penetration, you must get confirmation
A request plus a yes equals consent in the sex equation
There's no mistaking the mathematics even in algebraic notation
You can use charm's persuasion for inhibition's subtraction
But you'll need more than a fraction before action is produced
Being obtuse off of the juice is not an excuse
For ever making one a victim of sexual abuse
If she says no then go ahead and call it a truce ...
It doesn't change the fact that no means no
Before there's penetration, you must get confirmation
A request plus a yes equals consent in the sex equation
There's no mistaking the mathematics even in algebraic notation
You can use charm's persuasion for inhibition's subtraction
But you'll need more than a fraction before action is produced
Being obtuse off of the juice is not an excuse
For ever making one a victim of sexual abuse
If she says no then go ahead and call it a truce ...
#sex
#abuse
#MeToo
185 reads
8 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
29th Jan 2020 6:05pm
Melested
i never brushed my hair
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
until i met her
i didn’t care
i never smothered lipstick
or powder
on my delicate face
until that stare
melicious...
did i stop it? no...
why would i replace pain
with emptiness?
just more pain
so she moved within
and held me until i
melded
into one entity
hers entirely
melting
the year was fast, but months dragged on like a heavy train on broken tracks
hidden from the world
together, never to be discovered
until a faulty track uncovered
one day...
#dark
#abuse
#MeToo
163 reads
4 Comments
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