#METOO A MILLION HEARTS ON FIRE

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A global chorus of ME TOO

 

A symphony of survival

 

Victorious
Vulnerable
Courageous

 

Baring what lay beneath our bleeding breasts

ME TOO

 

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 violated,
that abused,

 

that spilt war in our bodies.

 

Can you see the wounds

from stolen touches?

 

Stolen sanity.
Stolen innocence.

 

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


the hate

the rape

 

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

#metoo.

 

Every damn woman I know,

ME TOO

 

How many more must say me too..

so that our daughters will never have too.

 

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