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.
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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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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1 Comment
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
725 reads
5 Comments
My Eyes Are Up Here

#women
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
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2 Comments
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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1 Comment
Assail at Camp Hale

#love
#men
#MeToo
#trees
#nature
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2 Comments
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
367 reads
1 Comment
Eye contact

#violence
#abuse
#MeToo
#suffering
#DomesticViolence
565 reads
8 Comments
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