I Promise I’d Never Say #MeToo


Dear Men,

You can touch me whenever you want,

Grope me,

Press me,

And it’d be very sweet of you,

If you forcibly kiss me.

I can identify

When you look at me from bottom to top,

Picture me naked,

But don’t you feel shy to talk about it

And if you want to go one step ahead,

You can masturbate in front of me.

Sometimes I feel offended

And be bitchy about my ‘rights’ and ‘gender equality’

Because of these stupid #MeToo and #womenempowerment movement

Do not take it seriously

I am just playing-hard-to-get game

What else would I want

Than brutally manhandled by you

Ultimately, raped by you

Because you are my prince charming

I am your toy

You are my king

I am your sensational sleeping pills of joy

What purpose am I serving here

If I disobey your desired sexual command?

What a life would I be living

If I refuse to jerk your phallus off

It’s hard to imagine my all achievements and progress

Without you and your tiny little thing

So, Dear Men

I request you from the bottom of my heart

Kindly never ever stop objectifying me.

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This poem is a take on the current revelation, thanks to #MeToo Movement, of sexual harassment and objectifying of women in various industries. Feel free to share anywhere.

This is the 96th poem under the poetry journal “Isn’t She A Cape Crusader!” which aims to add 100 poems under 100 days. I missed nineteen days.

Read it and let me know in the comment how it was. You can read another seven (recent) poems on this blog page.

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