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.



for all the accidental grazes,

the fake apologies,

and the knowing smile as my knees

press tighter together.



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

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




for all the times my skin

crawled as your eyes

travelled my body,




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.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world



You go girl! Thanks for calling it like it is; calling it out!

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