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.
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!
#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?
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 it is
Sad to say
Some women have
No room to speak
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!"
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
#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. . .
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 I jump
When I see a reflection
Or feel a slight bump.
You only know
That I’m checking my phone
Looking at screenshots
Of the rooms of my home.
Trying to see
Who lies in wait
What I will meet
When I pass through
That gate.
But I smile and keep silent
And silently say good-bye
To each and every one of you
As I try not to cry.
Knowing that tomorrow
This seat may be bare
Afraid to stay, Afraid to leave
Afraid that I still care.
So if you read this
And you wander
How you could not have known…
This is what domestic violence looks like
Silent, smiling, and alone.
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