MeToo Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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metoo seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Ask Her
14 years ago there was a 13yr old girl. She became heavily invested in anatomy books and began reading grisly material no 13yr old girl should have had any interest in.
She read these things not because she was actually interested in becoming a doctor, but because she needed to know where the major arteries on the human body were. She became very interested in knives.
Ask why that 13yr old girl felt the need to do this. Ask her what it was like standing over his bed with a knife. Ask her what went through her head when the gravity of what she was about to do hit her...
She read these things not because she was actually interested in becoming a doctor, but because she needed to know where the major arteries on the human body were. She became very interested in knives.
Ask why that 13yr old girl felt the need to do this. Ask her what it was like standing over his bed with a knife. Ask her what went through her head when the gravity of what she was about to do hit her...
#abuse
#HumanRights
#MentalHealth
#MeToo
#violence
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Power Back
You aren’t even allowed to make eye contact
With me
Have a nice life ;)
With me
Have a nice life ;)
#MeToo
#strength
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Fight or Flight
I saw you
I wanted to run
But instead
I walked right past you
With my head held high
I’m taking my power back bitch.
I wanted to run
But instead
I walked right past you
With my head held high
I’m taking my power back bitch.
#MeToo
#strength
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I Have To See You Tomorrow
You need to get out of my head
I am haunted
By you
In my nightmares
I’m trying to be strong
To not be scared
But you are still there
I am haunted
By you
In my nightmares
I’m trying to be strong
To not be scared
But you are still there
#MeToo
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Pretend
If I turn up my music
And I close my eyes
It’s not real
None of it is real.
And I close my eyes
It’s not real
None of it is real.
#MeToo
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Try Me
Try.
Try to push me down.
Try to crush me under your boot.
I’ll stare at you with fire in my eyes
Until you realize
I will burn
I will burn so bright
No one will be able to ignore me
I will light the fire
It’s time for me to be the green fucking fire
Try to push me down.
Try to crush me under your boot.
I’ll stare at you with fire in my eyes
Until you realize
I will burn
I will burn so bright
No one will be able to ignore me
I will light the fire
It’s time for me to be the green fucking fire
#fire
#MeToo
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I Will Not STOP
Listen to me.
He has harassed me for the past year
Whether he knows it or not.
All you can do is talk to him
Like the fucking fragile boy he is.
That doesn’t matter
Because he still gets to walk away
Free and able to do whatever he wants
I sit in this chair
I’m fucking traumatized and scared and angry
But I’m still fighting because nobody should have to deal with this
Do something.
It has gotten past me fighting for me but for...
He has harassed me for the past year
Whether he knows it or not.
All you can do is talk to him
Like the fucking fragile boy he is.
That doesn’t matter
Because he still gets to walk away
Free and able to do whatever he wants
I sit in this chair
I’m fucking traumatized and scared and angry
But I’m still fighting because nobody should have to deal with this
Do something.
It has gotten past me fighting for me but for...
#MeToo
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I Will Be Seen
I feel so defeated
But I can't go down
You ruined so much for me
So l'll keep balancing these water buckets
On my shoulders
As I climb up the mountain
Because I will not let you, of all people, win.
But I can't go down
You ruined so much for me
So l'll keep balancing these water buckets
On my shoulders
As I climb up the mountain
Because I will not let you, of all people, win.
#MeToo
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2 Comments
Don’t You Dare
I think I am tired
From all the standing up
I have a headache
My eyes are puffy
My throat is sore
But I’m not letting you drag me down again.
From all the standing up
I have a headache
My eyes are puffy
My throat is sore
But I’m not letting you drag me down again.
#anger
#MeToo
75 reads
9 Comments
YOU f**kED ME UP
I finally told them
I spoke up
I’m not afraid anymore
I spoke up
I’m not afraid anymore
#courage
#MeToo
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4 Comments
Hollywood Celebrity
Hollywood, celebrity.
Prodigal, presentably.
Chronicle, obsessively.
Articles, exemplary.
Gullible, identity.
Multitudes, remembering.
Oracle, discrepancy.
Optional, deceptively.
Multiple, perceptibly.
Comical, commendably.
Tropical, potentially.
Possible, complexity.
Cultural, supremacy.
Postural, pretentiously.
Orchestral, incredibly.
Optical, excessively.
Rendezvous, relentlessly.
Prostitute, fidelity.
Conjugal, offensively.
Fatherhood, insensibly. ...
Prodigal, presentably.
Chronicle, obsessively.
Articles, exemplary.
Gullible, identity.
Multitudes, remembering.
Oracle, discrepancy.
Optional, deceptively.
Multiple, perceptibly.
Comical, commendably.
Tropical, potentially.
Possible, complexity.
Cultural, supremacy.
Postural, pretentiously.
Orchestral, incredibly.
Optical, excessively.
Rendezvous, relentlessly.
Prostitute, fidelity.
Conjugal, offensively.
Fatherhood, insensibly. ...
#power
#MeToo
#rhyming
#humankind
#morality
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Fragile Blossoms
Oh, how she was so small when the pain began,
Purple bruises painted on her delicate skin.
Unknowing, she stood, as he shattered her soul,
Leaving her broken, struggling to be whole.
If she were a flower, blossoming with grace,
He became the hand that tore petals from her space.
Each bloom, a symbol of her fragile resilience,
But he, relentless, impeded her deliverance.
He hindered her healing, with callous intent,
Ripping out stitches, picking at scabs that were meant
To mend her wounds, to grant her some reprieve,
Yet he...
Purple bruises painted on her delicate skin.
Unknowing, she stood, as he shattered her soul,
Leaving her broken, struggling to be whole.
If she were a flower, blossoming with grace,
He became the hand that tore petals from her space.
Each bloom, a symbol of her fragile resilience,
But he, relentless, impeded her deliverance.
He hindered her healing, with callous intent,
Ripping out stitches, picking at scabs that were meant
To mend her wounds, to grant her some reprieve,
Yet he...
#childhood
#abuse
#MeToo
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2 Comments
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