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.
Taurek
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 4:59am
20th Oct 2020 4:59am
Deep Cuts
#lies
#MeToo
#honesty
#suffering
#orgasm
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fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
25th Sep 2020 3:25am
25th Sep 2020 3:25am
To the Men Who Refuse to Unlearn
He grew up hearing "try harder"
and now he's got a rape allegation
with his name on the front cover
she said no but all he heard was
"push, shove, take it farther"
Men, why the hell do you even bother?
My sisters don't leave
without a blade hiding in their sleeve
they go out in packs
because sometimes survival
means you got to put
your power in numbers on blast
And society takes it's ugly head
and turns the other cheek
to a woman who says
"Stop it, please"
Instead...
...
and now he's got a rape allegation
with his name on the front cover
she said no but all he heard was
"push, shove, take it farther"
Men, why the hell do you even bother?
My sisters don't leave
without a blade hiding in their sleeve
they go out in packs
because sometimes survival
means you got to put
your power in numbers on blast
And society takes it's ugly head
and turns the other cheek
to a woman who says
"Stop it, please"
Instead...
...
#MeToo
#ignorance
#culture
#morality
#responsibility
86 reads
4 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
7th Sep 2020 3:31am
7th Sep 2020 3:31am
How to Cook A Steak 6
I stand on this
mountain of
eggshells slipping
on a pile of
banana peels trying
to hold myself up with
a couple of pool
noodles
do you want to
survive or do you
want to stand
out and get hit
with a false sexual
misconduct
accusation?
where the fuck are
we at in life?
I’m sitting around staring
at walls watching shows and
movies I don’t give a
shit about
trying to find another
kind of life where I’m
just sitting there and
not troubling
anybody ...
mountain of
eggshells slipping
on a pile of
banana peels trying
to hold myself up with
a couple of pool
noodles
do you want to
survive or do you
want to stand
out and get hit
with a false sexual
misconduct
accusation?
where the fuck are
we at in life?
I’m sitting around staring
at walls watching shows and
movies I don’t give a
shit about
trying to find another
kind of life where I’m
just sitting there and
not troubling
anybody ...
#corruption
#MeToo
#PopCulture
#rebellion
#pandemic
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zinnzinn
ZINNNNIZ
ZINNNNIZ
Poem Published
5th Sep 2020 4:16am
5th Sep 2020 4:16am
Pandemiclly Incorrect
It's my own fault that I got higher than Jack did up the beanstalk.
Hindsight is 20/20 even if you've been blind for years, it's easier to see far and away than it is to see near and right here and I've had a few too many beers so to those I hold dear I say cheers.
I've been consumed by the fear that consumes me and it's clear that I have consumed it. I've shedded blood, tears and sweat and it ain't over yet, bet.
How much more can I take when enough is enough and enough I never seem to get?
Unpaid overdue dues the penalties don't offset uninterested in the interest...
Hindsight is 20/20 even if you've been blind for years, it's easier to see far and away than it is to see near and right here and I've had a few too many beers so to those I hold dear I say cheers.
I've been consumed by the fear that consumes me and it's clear that I have consumed it. I've shedded blood, tears and sweat and it ain't over yet, bet.
How much more can I take when enough is enough and enough I never seem to get?
Unpaid overdue dues the penalties don't offset uninterested in the interest...
#depression
#heartbroken
#MeToo
#addiction
#pandemic
92 reads
6 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
4th Sep 2020 3:58pm
Why do I feel like I should apologize for this??
I must have been 12 or 13
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
Mom was acting in a play
I helped her learn her lines
got to hang out with the cast
and I felt like the coolest kid ever
sitting on a bar stool.
Of course he was drunk,
this hilarious man I’d seen on stage
celebrating a performance well done, I guess.
My memory of the room is fuzzy
though I’ve been there often since
I only recall, “do you have pink, underdeveloped nipples?”
*
???
*
And I don’t know what happened next
nothing dramatic, nothing physical
he...
#anger
#women
#men #MeToo
#men #MeToo
116 reads
13 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 11:40pm
25th Aug 2020 11:40pm
Suicidal But Afraid Of Dying
I'm afraid of Dying but I also am Suicidal
I'm afraid of unknown puzzle of death
Scared of the silence and the solitude
How is one suicidal but afraid of Dying
Leaving all my loved ones with pain and heartache
Trying to escape my suffering and torment
Inches from slitting my wrists but just can't do it
I'm fucking crazy being suicidal but afraid of Dying
Scared of the darkness and the cold
Scared of never hearing music again
Scared of never seeing the sunset again
Scared of dying but I'm suicidal
After dying just...
I'm afraid of unknown puzzle of death
Scared of the silence and the solitude
How is one suicidal but afraid of Dying
Leaving all my loved ones with pain and heartache
Trying to escape my suffering and torment
Inches from slitting my wrists but just can't do it
I'm fucking crazy being suicidal but afraid of Dying
Scared of the darkness and the cold
Scared of never hearing music again
Scared of never seeing the sunset again
Scared of dying but I'm suicidal
After dying just...
#dark
#MeToo
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
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11 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
20th Aug 2020 4:24am
20th Aug 2020 4:24am
Violated
Fear...
Terrified...
Screaming...
I kick and struggle beneath the body of my demon
He's laughing as he violates my mind, body, and soul
Taking me into the darkest pit of despair
Crying...
Thrashing...
Pleading....
Stop! Please please just stop just stop please
He's on top of me taking the only virtue i had left to give
My virginity...he took by force
Panicking...
Fighting...
Pushing...
Trying to shove him off of me but he's to strong and I am weak
This was his plan all along...to man-handle me
He never...
Terrified...
Screaming...
I kick and struggle beneath the body of my demon
He's laughing as he violates my mind, body, and soul
Taking me into the darkest pit of despair
Crying...
Thrashing...
Pleading....
Stop! Please please just stop just stop please
He's on top of me taking the only virtue i had left to give
My virginity...he took by force
Panicking...
Fighting...
Pushing...
Trying to shove him off of me but he's to strong and I am weak
This was his plan all along...to man-handle me
He never...
#anxiety
#MeToo
#hurt #DomesticViolence
#hurt #DomesticViolence
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Jadedembers
Poem Published
31st Jul 2020 5:18pm
31st Jul 2020 5:18pm
God, Let Them Out
I could have screamed aloud; I sought with tears and prayers to smother down the crowd of hideous images and sounds with which my memory swarmed against me; and still, between the petitions, the ugly face of my iniquity stared into my soul. "
- Robert Louis Stevenson
Yelps of anguish held inside a personal hell
Wails of terror held captive in a personal hell
Tears of deep overwhelming emotion held under the surface of a personal hell
Begging God to let them, all of them, free
Praying to the clouds above
Pleading with the heaven ...
- Robert Louis Stevenson
Yelps of anguish held inside a personal hell
Wails of terror held captive in a personal hell
Tears of deep overwhelming emotion held under the surface of a personal hell
Begging God to let them, all of them, free
Praying to the clouds above
Pleading with the heaven ...
#MeToo
#MentalHealth
#CallToAction #DomesticViolence
#CallToAction #DomesticViolence
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6 Comments
Jermainesplain
Poem Published
26th Jul 2020 4:02am
26th Jul 2020 4:02am
Rape Sells
I tried to sell
A volume of poetry
To a certain publishing house
A few months back
I met with a representative
Who claimed her name was Darcey
She had an immense forehead
And bad Botox on her lips
She claimed she liked some of my stuff
The more visceral poems
But didn’t fully believe the rest
She didn’t trust my youthful erection at my mother’s funeral
Or the sex I had with vague consent
She told me, “look... Rape sells- but Jermaine, you are not a rapist, and we both know it”
...
A volume of poetry
To a certain publishing house
A few months back
I met with a representative
Who claimed her name was Darcey
She had an immense forehead
And bad Botox on her lips
She claimed she liked some of my stuff
The more visceral poems
But didn’t fully believe the rest
She didn’t trust my youthful erection at my mother’s funeral
Or the sex I had with vague consent
She told me, “look... Rape sells- but Jermaine, you are not a rapist, and we both know it”
...
#abuse
#MeToo
#LifeAsAWriter
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jul 2020 1:49pm
21st Jul 2020 1:49pm
revolution
poisonous in slumber's drought
I recoil inside myself
the watchers are about
they will learn very little about me
only what I chose to reveal
insidious soul snipers
vipers with a shiny veneer
anarchists with little moral
pitting one group against another
the states in upheaval
reveling in the darkness
artificial intelligence is connected to the matrix
the watchers keep track from afar
sitting back in their high towers
thinking this social injustice
this righteous indignation can't touch them
...
I recoil inside myself
the watchers are about
they will learn very little about me
only what I chose to reveal
insidious soul snipers
vipers with a shiny veneer
anarchists with little moral
pitting one group against another
the states in upheaval
reveling in the darkness
artificial intelligence is connected to the matrix
the watchers keep track from afar
sitting back in their high towers
thinking this social injustice
this righteous indignation can't touch them
...
#dark
#MeToo
#aliens #metaphor
#aliens #metaphor
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Jonestyra
Poem Published
19th Jul 2020 5:55am
19th Jul 2020 5:55am
Untitled
I've been trapped in my head, in this body that's not mine anymore for far too long. I thought I deserved this. I felt guilty that you were trapped inside four walls with bars around it because of me. I thought how selfish was I for aching about my story when there are women who aren't so lucky, at least you stopped eventually right? I've been feeling like I'm a waste, like no matter what I say, no matter what I do, you've defeated me. I can say I'm over this, I can lay here and scream that I forgive you, after all, you're not really to blame. I can tell you and everyone else that I'm strong...
#MeToo
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Jonestyra
Poem Published
12th Jul 2020 4:26am
12th Jul 2020 4:26am
Poem for you...
Here's another poem to you.
Since you filled my dreams with nightmares and the daytime too, there are very few things I hate but the deepest one is you.
If I could describe the level of theft you've caused it would be never ending, the fact that a grown woman has to sleep with a flashlight on must make you feel real tough.
The impact was so skin deep it makes me feel defeated because subconsciously I'm terrified.
I keep waking up, tears filling my eyes, thinking you must be here somewhere....it must have been real....it felt so real....
Do you understand what it's...
Since you filled my dreams with nightmares and the daytime too, there are very few things I hate but the deepest one is you.
If I could describe the level of theft you've caused it would be never ending, the fact that a grown woman has to sleep with a flashlight on must make you feel real tough.
The impact was so skin deep it makes me feel defeated because subconsciously I'm terrified.
I keep waking up, tears filling my eyes, thinking you must be here somewhere....it must have been real....it felt so real....
Do you understand what it's...
#MeToo
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