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.
A bark.
She hangs loose
Like a silver
In clouds and rain
Beneath the apple picking
It's tongue on her nose
With seeds in wooden
Basket carrier of plum cake
Story teller machine present
A lie like a river
With branches on a brain.
A brand to wear pink colour dresses
Like a silver
In clouds and rain
Beneath the apple picking
It's tongue on her nose
With seeds in wooden
Basket carrier of plum cake
Story teller machine present
A lie like a river
With branches on a brain.
A brand to wear pink colour dresses
#sadness
#secrets
#abuse
#MeToo
#temptation
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My Rape Story
#sex
#abuse
#MeToo #porn
#MeToo #porn
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Fighting Flames
I ran back
into that burning house
to try and salvage the things I loved.
I chose morsels of nurturance
and compassion
over escaping engulfment
To survive meant to stay and fight flames
or be left alone to fend for yourself
with no warmth at all.
In school we were taught
we must put on our own oxygen mask first
before assisting others.
Yet since I was a child
I have never known anything different;
I learnt that you must be willing
to burn alive
in order to bear witness to a...
into that burning house
to try and salvage the things I loved.
I chose morsels of nurturance
and compassion
over escaping engulfment
To survive meant to stay and fight flames
or be left alone to fend for yourself
with no warmth at all.
In school we were taught
we must put on our own oxygen mask first
before assisting others.
Yet since I was a child
I have never known anything different;
I learnt that you must be willing
to burn alive
in order to bear witness to a...
#grief
#abuse
#MeToo
#despair
#suffering
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I made my rapist breakfast
The morning after I was raped
I made my rapist breakfast.
Two slices of toast ,
with cheese and marmite
and a coffee to wash it down
There was no talking,
just the birds chirping away
in the background
creating a background hum.
It wasn’t like what you might see
in the movies,
or read about in news headlines;
There was no scream down a back alley,
Police cordons,
or manhunt for a suspect
Just a man who held me hostage
in my own home,
for days
without a gun.
For...
I made my rapist breakfast.
Two slices of toast ,
with cheese and marmite
and a coffee to wash it down
There was no talking,
just the birds chirping away
in the background
creating a background hum.
It wasn’t like what you might see
in the movies,
or read about in news headlines;
There was no scream down a back alley,
Police cordons,
or manhunt for a suspect
Just a man who held me hostage
in my own home,
for days
without a gun.
For...
#abuse
#MeToo
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My New Wife
Have I shown you my new wife?
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
Look through the window there,
you’ll see her dig the flowerbeds.
Two years my last’s been gone,
fled to another man’s bed,
and leaving me with kids to raise,
though he’s decided she’s a bet
worth taking more than me.
Don’t blame the lad. Won’t take no shit,
just like my dad never did.
She’s mopping now; her brow, that is.
I’ll bet you’re wondering just why
a pretty thing like that would bet on me.
But it’s quite simple, so you’ll see.
She didn’t have much cloth,
and so I thought, why let...
#marriage
#abuse
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
#MeToo #DomesticViolence
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Nineteen Ways of Considering Female Rape Fantasies
#women
#sex
#dreams
#MeToo
#art
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womb
there is the unseen affecting thinking great and small
things aren't as they appear are you aware?
little honesty twirling the energy
I am peering in to see what I see
I ask permission to gaze
seeking unity in the eternal fire
eyes of dread speak of Freedom
I open my doors a sanctuary to like minds
the rainbow flourishes in the dark
Zion is alive and well, awake and aware
Dr. Teeth good morning
expel the myths and look inwards
diadem of faith speak the language of smoke,
on the winds talk
...
things aren't as they appear are you aware?
little honesty twirling the energy
I am peering in to see what I see
I ask permission to gaze
seeking unity in the eternal fire
eyes of dread speak of Freedom
I open my doors a sanctuary to like minds
the rainbow flourishes in the dark
Zion is alive and well, awake and aware
Dr. Teeth good morning
expel the myths and look inwards
diadem of faith speak the language of smoke,
on the winds talk
...
#MeToo
#earth
#HumanRights
#magic
#metaphor
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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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