MeToo

poem by: Amenah Rose
Written on Mar 24, 2018

Celebrity voices crying out! It was him who touched me
Him who violated my person.  I am a star! A shining speckle in the eyes of the world of art. The World is my stage.  They hear me stand up and shout their names.  
Me too! a small voice inside cries out! Me too! I was six.
Where is my justice! Clammy hands, hot breath,
sweaty chest.
Me too cries the girls inside.  I'm no celebrity! Can you hear me too.  Nothing to mark my pain but memories that haunt me all of my life.  Changed and transformed by the wounds of my heart.  I have no big names behind my voice.  Me too! I shout out loud into the universe. Hidden faces, dark covers Me Too! Me Too! I have no stage nor celebrity voices to state my case.  No media to launch my face.  Me Too! I was 12 creaking floors, smelly, moldy rooms.  Sold to the highest bidder no name, no face, no fame.  Me too! walking through the park 13 and shamed by a gang. Can anyone hear my scream.  It's in my head.  Hear me too.  Me too!  16 standing on the street corner alone waiting for my next john.  Rough, hard, brutal and anonymous lovers that steal away my innocence 10 minutes a play.  Me too! can you see my face! Can you tell my story! Me too! Me too!
Amenah Wilson 2017
aka Diary Girl

 

Tags: Sad, Pain, Dark, Fear,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 24, 2018 at 4:05pm
I feel the sadness, and desperation in this poem....it must be stopped!.......abusers must be punished!.....

 

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