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.
ayounglostsoul
Poem Published
30th Apr 2023 8:58am
30th Apr 2023 8:58am
childhood comtemplations
It was 5 minutes of your life
But it cost me more than 5 years of mine
A twisted pleasure in your mind
And then you took away what was mine
I was a little girl with a big heart
Then you tore my innocence apart
I see you go about your day
While im paralysed like clay
I see you go about your life
I see that now you’ve got a wife
I wonder what she would think
If she saw this written in ink
But it cost me more than 5 years of mine
A twisted pleasure in your mind
And then you took away what was mine
I was a little girl with a big heart
Then you tore my innocence apart
I see you go about your day
While im paralysed like clay
I see you go about your life
I see that now you’ve got a wife
I wonder what she would think
If she saw this written in ink
#sadness
#hate
#grief
#MeToo
#emptiness
230 reads
2 Comments
KrystalG
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2023 2:35pm
2nd Apr 2023 2:35pm
My Rape Story
#sex
#abuse
#porn #MeToo
#porn #MeToo
361 reads
8 Comments
Just_a_ghost
Riyah
Riyah
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 9:55pm
8th Jan 2023 9:55pm
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
272 reads
1 Comment
Just_a_ghost
Riyah
Riyah
Poem Published
7th Dec 2022 11:13am
7th Dec 2022 11:13am
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
1421 reads
4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Oct 2022 7:03pm
11th Oct 2022 7:03pm
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
482 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2022 5:41pm
22nd Aug 2022 5:41pm
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
433 reads
1 Comment
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
28th Mar 2022 2:39pm
28th Mar 2022 2:39pm
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
435 reads
6 Comments
stevenyprince
alysha
alysha
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 4:28am
16th Jan 2022 4:28am
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
922 reads
10 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 5:30pm
2nd Dec 2021 5:30pm
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
561 reads
0 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 27th Nov 2021 9:03pm
6th Apr 2021 7:20pm
6th Apr 2021 7:20pm
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
735 reads
5 Comments
DaddyScruff
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 7:58am
20th Oct 2021 7:58am
My Eyes Are Up Here
#women
#MeToo
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
#LifeStruggles #CallToAction
639 reads
2 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 7:33pm
2nd Sep 2021 7:33pm
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
419 reads
1 Comment
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