Is attraction beauty
or is it more desire?
Am I attractive due
to my humour, care
or kindness to others?
Or is it more my hair,
facial features, physique?
Perhaps this all absent….

Sixteen year old me seeks
to be noticed and known.
Innocence affirmed, shown
love rather than mere lust.
Pure feelings which draw, hold,
rather than fixation
which invades, pervades, gives
violation to voice.

When I declared #MeToo
that maddening black hole
surrounded me with shame.
Whilst knowing I’m not to blame,
I’ll never be the same.
Scars may well heal over;
never will they fully
disappear out of mind.

In the darkness of night
kept safe from prying eyes
those scars begin to itch,
skin tightening around
impossible to hide.
As light shines in shadows
slowly the life comes back
as I dare to believe.

I begin to see this
injustice, to own it!
Other women declare
#MeToo – I take courage.
This is not just my fight!
Intimidation met
with solidarity…
but will that be enough?