"Madonna Oriente"

I started this poem with something else in mind. Originally it was going to be about the Moon and it’s feminine symbolism in myth & religion. It turned into a poem about the #metoo movement.

Grumble grumble, Monday's  returned, the weekend's over and you're feeling burned

Drink your coffee and eat your toast, as you're mourning Sunday's ghost

The day begins, the shower warms, reporting to work makes you torn

Scratching his eyes out would bring some relief, but when at work it's all yes chief

Perk that head, brighten those eyes, it's not his business what's between your thighs

You're a woman of that you're sure, he is manure and trying to score

Call him out, report that s**t, you know you're amazing and no one deserves it

Fear binds you and tears you down, when you need them no one is around

Stand tall I'm on your side, I'll be your voice when he tries to take you for a ride

If you can do it on your own, more power to you, trust that you're not alone

The world needs a wake up, to wear another's shoe, believe me there will be work to do

Hold strong you know what to do, the world is changing and I say #Metoo