Talk About It
I've been sexually harassed by old and young,
Gay and straight, intelligent and dumb,
All because I had a love burdened with obstacles,
They thought it a sham, purely impossible.
I've had distinctly uncomfortable encounters,
With older males who have a semblance of power,
Who were eager to help seated next to me,
But then failed to respond when I made it clear they couldn't have sex with me.
I was thinking about it on my bike ride yesterday,
I can't prove anything directly anyways,
Besides, I'm a male and it's demanded I be strong,
Or whatever the definition of that is but I don't go along.
It hurts to have my sexuality blatantly attacked,
Trust me, with a six year old sex is something I sorely lack,
But to me loving the right person,
Is worth waking up each day and facing my learned social aversion.
Author's Note: I won't lie, when I ride past UW Milwaukee on my usual routes it's hard not to feel uncomfortable. The general sense of “nothing's wrong” despite my having been actively attacked by staff and students alike on campus, in class and when I was powerless to defend myself reminds me that for the time being I have to keep fighting my battles alone. Two years and one lawyer later all I can say is that I never set out to be any kind of firebrand but it seems no one else is speaking up and I simply refuse to allow others to denigrate me or my reputation.
There is a terrible culture developing at that school. At least at Madison one can ascribe the behavior to out of state students and alcohol. In Milwaukee there is no excuse at all, period. I'm on the outside now and everything's gonna be a fight to get back to where I was and hopefully get my master's but I'd be remiss in my personal commitment to myself if I stayed silent.
Thanks for reading; sometimes writing is the only outlet I have.
We often create with a purpose and for the audience in mind.
I just lack the confidence and belief that this is rational to present to the intended body.
However. I want answers.
Maybe I would not like to hear them.
And maybe there are none.
At least I am unscathed.
I just wish people wouldn't toy.
Why say it if you didn't mean it?
Alas. Did I say I was unscathed.
Let's just stay thriving, shall we?
Who wants to hop on a tandem ride with me ?
It's all well intended and we can ride it grinning towards the sun. 🌻😎
Edit: Who thinks I should show it to the person aka possible "scoundrel"?? .
Sometimes people show us parts of ourselves we aren’t yet attuned with and sometimes when we reveal who we are to ourselves, we need to leave the people who helped show us. You helped me realise I was fiery, made to make a change and stand up for those who need it, I wasn’t meant to follow the rigid rules of society, you didn’t know you helped me see that, but my rebellion and my fire manifested differently from yours. I want to change the world whereas you want to run wild so we weren’t the same after all, and that’s okay🔮
Me Too by Shruti Hardat
So, what should you avoid?
An empty lane at night?
A crowded street in broad daylight?
Or that safe haven,
that you call home?
Don’t you know it is a crime,
to wear a t-shirt sitting so tight,
with denim hugging your sinful thighs,
distracting their fragile minds,
inside a sacred temple?
So what if you are 13,
and have barely hit puberty?
You learn quickly to misdirect disgust,
believe the fault is always yours.
But listen to me now,
it’s not just you.
They have violated me too,
some strangers, others better acquainted.
Today, our voices finally meet,
as we stand together, unequivocally.
And when I finally say,
“I have now come to my own rescue”,
my heart swells with joy,
as I hear a resounding,