A #MeToo Poem by Mel Lademann
Now let me tell you a story about when I was six
I met a man who was very sick
He always made me suck his dick
But he’d always let me stay up late
Even if he watched me masturbate.
Now things just kept going on and on
I wasn’t limited to sucking cock
Sometimes I also had to fuck
But I’d always get to stay up late
And he’d finger me and masturbate.
Now let me tell you when I got to school,
I would suck all the boys off too,
And you know I was only in grade two.
And the grade three boys would emulate
They would stand around me and masturbate.
Now the time I got to grade six
I was pretty good at sex
Even though I ended up in a hospital bed
Where they told me I’d never be having kids.
But I’m off the track, I was on grade six
And that’s where a met this year seven kid
He took me down the lane so I would
suck his dick
But he wanted a bit more than this
He pushed me to the ground
and fucked me hard
I asked him to stop but he just called me slut.
And when I got to pull my pants up
He did emulate
Stood over me to masturbate.
Now when I got to high school, things got much worse
I started wanting to kiss the girls
And this didn’t really go down well at all
They started to bash me in the halls.
And this went on for many years.
They called me a freak and a fucking lezzo
They called me a cunt and fucking weirdo
They’d spit on me and punch me the head
And when I got home I’d just go to bed
I would emulate
Read my Playboys and masturbate.
Now when I got to University
I finally met the girl of my dreams
And we would go to a lot of parties
And let me tell you at one of these
Some guy grabbed me on my tits
I told him I was with some chick
He told me that he didn’t give a shit
He pinned me down
And he did emulate
And used my leg to masturbate.
Now with this girl, things didn’t work out
It was the first time I got a broken heart
And in a bid to try an escape
I decided I would turn to drugs
Now the drug lifestyle can be very exciting
Criminals and riches all very inviting
And I found myself on the the list of the VIPs
It was a different kind of Ectasy
So I‘d go to the clubs
and I would emulate
Take home strangers and masturbate.
And I’ll tell you how this came to an end
It was when I walking with my girlfriend
And I couldn’t believe that this could happen again
I thought I’d got rid of my shame
But three men deciced to rape
And they weren’t content with caving in my face
They also had to emulate
And forced us both to masturbate.
Now some of these things, well they fucked me up
I find it hard to keep a job
I’m not very good with relationships
I’m not very good at keeping friends
I’m not very good at a lot of things.
And there’s a whole heap more litany
Of the things I carry around with me
Like my confusion and anxiety
So you can call me a lesbian
A radical feminist who hates all men
But the truth is, in the end
I got sick of watching them emulate
And I’m sick of watching them masturbate