Me Too

By Kelsey Hamby

Me too.
Two small words that,
When put into the same context,
Can change the way society views a controversial subject.
Rape.
One small word that can devastate millions
Is the controversial subject
Of the two small words.
Now, when these three words
Associate with each other,
There is a silence that falls
Over everything as the
G
r
a
v
i
t
y
Of them are taken in.
This gravity seems to be
Up for interpretation
And complete isolation.
There are cries of outrage,
Cries of sadness,
And, unfortunately,
Whispers of suspicion.
The most toxic of these
Are not the varied degrees of
Cries,
Or
Sorrow,
Or
Anger.
The most toxic is the
Lowered voice in someone’s ear
That makes them hear doubt
In the story of someone’s pain.
It can turn,
“Oh, you poor thing!”
Into,
“Oh, honey.
Are you sure you’re not being a bit
Dramatic?”
It invalidates the parts of
The human race wanting to
Face or stay away
From this overwhelming pain.
Invalidation.
Another word that can devastate so many
Who just want to be heard
Over the silence in their head,
Over the immense dread
That threatens to pull them under
Until they can’t breathe a word of
Their pain without
Doubt in their minds.
“Am I exaggerating?”
Or,
“Maybe I’m just making a big deal of
Nothing,”
Begins whispering its poisonous words
And blinds those who
Just want their pain to be heard;
Of those who want their pain
To have the power to
Prevent someone else’s.
Pain.
Now, that’s a subjective word.
But pain is pain,
No matter how BIG or how small.
A single call
Or scheme to cause discomfort,
Even though,
“It was just a compliment,”
Can be just as painful as someone
Violating hopes and dreams.
And bodies.
See, pain doesn’t care
How much it divvies out, because
It knows it will be felt in any capacity.
It can strike fear into
Even the strongest of individuals
With the audacity to
Overcome adversity
And tear them down
P i e c e
By
P i e c e.
Kind of like the edge of a cliff that keeps
Eroding and losing itself to
G
r
a
v
i
t
y.
Even if there is a fear of falling,
It continues falling
Just the same.
Fear
Is a word everyone knows.
Fear is the ultimate villain
Marveling at someone’s inability
To live without it.
Fear is piling on layers of clothing,
Trying to protect the skin from
Unwanted attention
From men who don’t understand
It’s not wanted.
Fear is realizing that,
No matter how much clothing and
Armor is layered on,
It’s not impenetrable. 
Shouted “compliments” and
Spiked drinks and
Even hands can find their way
Into the thickest of armor
Unforgivably.
Unforgivable. 
Unforgivable are the yelled
Conversations and
Violations of bodies who,
“Said they wanted it five minutes ago,”
And,
“Were dressed like they wanted it to happen.”
Unforgivable are the drinks
Intended to elicit fun, 
And memories,
And dancing,
But instead, become tainted
With illicit drops of
Bad intentions labelled as
Date
Rape
Drugs.
Rape.
That’s the forbidden word.
The one that’s swept under the rug
Of denial
And “Twenty minutes of action,”
And “Well, were you drunk, sweetie?”
Rape is the word that
Disobeys when confronted with the word
“No,” and, instead, takes
What it believes to be something
Rightfully belonging to it.
Rape is devastation
And humiliation of
Minds,
And
Bodies,
And
Spirits.
Rape is real
And cold
And cruel.
It takes prisoners and
Tortures them eternally,
Whispering at the most
Inconvenient of times,
“Hey, remember when…?”
Rape is something that
Can be stopped
With education and conversations
Shedding a bright,
Revealing light on reality,
But it keeps being shaded by a
Shelter of denial and fear
And lack of action.
It has people confessing,
“Rape? Me too.”
Me too.
Validation in two words.
Two words that can bring litigation
To those who so badly need to
Be free from intimidation.
“Me too” are words that
Show the silent they aren’t alone
In their pain,
And the suffering is not required
To be in vain.
Comradery,
And love,
And solidarity fill the words “Me too”
To the brim,
And brighten the dim despair.
Me too.
Two small words that,
When put into the right context,
Can change the way
Society views rape.

"I'm a 24-year-old with a BA in English, even though my mom told me to major in something else. I've always loved diving into books and poetry; creating fictional worlds of my own. One life has never been enough for me, so writing allows me to make up my own worlds; speak my own mind and satisfy my adventurous and poetic nature." -Kelsey Hamby