#MeToo

for every time her hair wrapped my fingers,

and her body hugged the cold rim of the toilet,

because you decided

she wasn’t drunk enough.

 

#MeToo,

for all the accidental grazes,

the fake apologies,

and the knowing smile as my knees

press tighter together.

 

#MeToo

for every “I got home safe” text I’ve sent, every,

“is it too dark out?”, question I’ve asked.

 

#MeToo

 

for all the times my skin

crawled as your eyes

travelled my body,

uninvited.

 

#Metoo

for every dress code I’ve followed, every,

“your body is a shrine” comment I’ve heard,

and every time I’ve pulled down my skirt

because a stranger found my

 skin uncomfortable.

 

#Me too

because boys will not

just be boys.

#Me Too

because there are men screaming with us.

 

#Me too

 

because sexual harassment

is         not      just      rape.

It is the consistent, suffocating,

powerlessness of having

 a body that is not yours

a body that is not yours

my body is not yours.