This is an invitation to write your own poem -- about your body, your experience with #MeToo, whatever would feed your wild soul.
If you’re feeling enraged at what you are seeing, I’m enraged too, my sister. And I stand with you, next to you and behind you… because… #MeToo.
When I tell my husband how uneasy I feel at times walking alone on the street, he says he feels powerless, to which I agree. He can’t always be around to call out misogynistic assholes (and I wish he could), but why should there be discrimination towards women in the first place? Why should we ...