Me Too

I look both ways on a one way street

This senseless wreck plays on repeat.

Did he think it was funny, when he put his hand there?

Was it all a joke, when I made them all stare?

Whose story is full of lies,

Matters not to man glazed eyes,

Those blind eyes and mouth with vile words lit,

And unintended shame,

When he spat, “Did you ask for it?”

Turn the page three years forward.

When another he,

Saw he,

Thought he,

And only he,

But zero plus one does not equal “we.”

My awareness of his presence ,

Did not equate to permission for his lip sessions.

My politeness to his questions,

Did not pardon his unwelcome tensions.

So I look both ways on a one way street,

Because history keeps playing on repeat,

And to him, it was her price to pursue.

But to her, I will always say, “Me Too.”

-N.B.