[Poetry] Saying Me Too
I couldn’t bring myself to say me too.
The words wouldn’t leave my lips.
They wouldn’t appear on my computer screen when I tried to type.
I didn’t say me too.
The memories of losing control of my body were burned into my brain.
And I couldn’t say me too.
Images of strong women reclaiming their bodies were etched into my soul.
Still I wouldn’t say me too.
For a dark moment a long time ago, my body didn’t belong to me.
So I didn’t say me too.
I am ashamed that I didn’t know how to take it back.
I don’t know how to say me too.
On days when I can’t find the woman I want to be, I still blame myself.
On those days I don’t say me too.
But I’m beginning to love the woman I know I am.
Is it too late to say me too?