A global chorus of ME TOO
A symphony of survival
Baring what lay beneath our bleeding breasts
We set ourselves alight
With the flames of our enough
in the hope the beast will choke on the smoke,
will be blinded by our war cry.
A million hearts on fire
is that what it takes to get your attention?
Are our scars illuminated now?
Can you see the blood?
Dripping down thighs.
Black red river.
From men that took what wasn’t theirs,
that spilt war in our bodies.
Can you see the wounds
from stolen touches?
Can you see the welts from fingernails?
From clawing at our own skin so hard
because it doesn’t feel like home with your words graffitied on its walls.
It feels like a hot rash of shame
So we try to tear it off
and bleed out the filth
but we can’t escape
being a woman is dangerous
our voluptuousness incites violence
what lay between our legs
makes us unsafe
when men are raised with broken hearts
and entitled egos
in a world where womens sex is a commodity
women are endangered.
being a woman means I'm never safe.
so, me too
Every damn woman I know,
How many more must say me too..
so that our daughters will never have too.
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