when my momma took her fingers
to a keyboard and slapped down #MeToo
my boyfriend saw her post and said something like
"thats a little public, yeah?"
and i said
"yeah."
because the conversation had not been normalized
and she was the first on our timeline to do it
and i am ashamed to say i felt embarrassed.
of my momma. telling her truth.
i participated in the active silence and shame.
the quiet that is full of wishing you could go.
i didnt post #MeToo,
even though i have been *****, groped, cat-called.
which parts of me are suffocating in the tightness of my lips?
where do you go to learn to speak?