#MeToo

Me too

I can't say out aloud

Still ashamed of the way

I was touched once

A long time ago

Me too

I whisper

Wondering why I'd felt so bad

When it was he who felt the urge

To expose himself

Like that

Me too

I say

Fighting the embarrassment

That fills me up so quickly

Whenever I remember

How he had rubbed against me

In a crowded bus

Me too

I shout

Even if it makes my throat hurt

Because I'm tired of the guilt

I've felt for crimes not mine

Tired of the silence

That lets them walk away scott free