Me Too

"Don't"

The memories of the times

I have quivered that word haunt me:

As he unbuttoned my jeans,

Taunting me with how far he would

Or would not go,

Even as he spoke of trust.

Or as a different man shoved me,

Not caring where I fell,

As his temper broke through

Because he had things to do.

Even the boy that used me.

Getting what he wanted,

Despite my saying no,

And then bragging to his friends.

I think of those men,

The men who were supposed to show me

Every love and kindness.

And I think,

I hope,

That one day,

I won't need to quiver that word.

I hope that one day

We won’t all be saying,

“Me too”.