Metoo Poems - Poems about Metoo

i was good, though i was born with mens eyes crawling on my skin like ants, following me through the grocery store. i was good, i was 5 the first time i was told to close my legs, sitting on the couch the same way as my brothers, told not to "distract" my brothers, it wasn't ladylike to...

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Her name is not given in the Bible which is perhaps fitting as she was chattel and Lot named not his goats, sheep or cattle, although it was rumored that he named his dog. Besides, it was raining when she turned looking back on Sodom and was turned to salt, which all too soon, was one with the earth....

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Though rape may happen to a few That's not what we hear from #MeToo Whether known or stranger There's always a danger For Nature decreed rams mate EWE!...

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#MeToo staff are climbing the walls Their switchboard is flooded with calls 'Tis a stalwart crew But what can they do When sporting equipment has balls?...

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I didn’t want To see your breast I didn’t like Being your pole Even if You had an itch I didn’t want To scratch you Some how you Can flash your flesh If is okay On me to rub And tight clothes That shows it all That some how Is just alright Women do Have it right Men really are Ugly beasts But...

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The volcano Kilauea Was bursting its seams to Waimea Donald Trump came across Shouting, "I am da boss! Drop yer drawers and my lawyers will pay yuh!"...

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Our boss employed a receptionist Whose beauty we could not compare Double D cups woke up the knights As pheromones surged through the air Her chair is usually empty Excepting this handwritten note: "I have just stepped out for the male" Exactly as written I quote...

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#MeToo, #MeToo, #MeToo Was all that we could do We thought we were too few To buck a big wheel's screw Leaders like Donald Trump Perceived us as a rump That they could grope and hump And just as quickly dump! Now we know harassment Is just another a crime Crying out for justice Through the cover of time. . ....

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We sit here In our neat little rows, Typing away, Checking our phones. You chatter away About weekend plans The holidays And everything grand. I try to join in But the words disappear I get choked at the thought Of holiday cheer. What you don’t see When we look in the eye Is the fear that tonight Is the night I will die. You don’t see the tears Or the way that...

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