I say “Me too” to a group of
people who’ve already
discluded me
while walking down
inclusive halls
of those mighty fine
“Safe spaces”
Eyes are met with
blank stares
as the smiles fade off of their faces
I’m not white enough
I’m not black enough
I’m not cis enough
or trans enough
for these hipsters
and pretentious label stealing thieves
look we over
and the “do-gooders” become gatekeepers
of the hashtags for things like #metoo
under the guise of feminism
& sisterhood
but what about others,
like me?
I was trapped under 200 lbs of muscle
as he thrust himself
inside of my innocense
and ripped holes inside of my dreams
with the nightmare of reality
as he forced himself on top of me and
pulled down my jeans
Sadly, that wasn’t the first time I
became that kind of a statistic
The 1st would be my father,
Mr. Narcissistic
and then there was the boy
who followed me home
and claimed my virginity as his own
Closing the door on my self-esteem
and all that I ever wanted to be
Replacing those fables with brand new labels
like “whore”
which he told everyone I was that next day
The third time came
just a few weeks later,
I didn’t want it
but fear became my enabler
for this kind of behavior
The fourth time you’ve already heard about
By the 5th, 6th, and 7th times I still held onto the hope
that someone would hear me scream
as I pushed and pulled and tried to wriggle out
But there was no one that cared to let me out
The 8th and 9th times, I was enraged
By the 10th time I gave up and accepted that i was to blame
and wore their mask of shame.
I was numb
because when I cried for help
there was none (no one would ever come).
My voice was silenced then
by them
and now
once again
with you
the gatekeepers and mouth breathers
who call yourselves allies
(keep telling yourselves those little lies)
But I can no longer stay silent
over the memories in my head
that remain so violent
To hell with your limited offers of solidarity
the ones that only apply to
a select few
So fuck you
and oh yeah
#metoo!