Since “me, too!” has spread,
What has changed
is that I see you differently.
I see me differently.
I hear, “She does that stuff; I’m working”
and I’m filled with fury at yet another man
who does not see what work is,
how everything he is able to do
is because his wife carries him on her back.
and I say, enough.
If we are going to be beasts of burden,
let us be more than mules with bits in our mouths.
Let us be more.
Let us be the partner who is heard.
Let the children be his concern as often as they’re ours.
Let the pink jobs and blue jobs become purple jobs
as they swirl in a kaleidoscope of
Our mutual obligations.
I’m glad you do the laundry and clean the kitchen,
because I hate those jobs.
Thank you for agreeing that poetry
and winding words are more important than dusting.
When your words reflect a patriarchy, I will remind you
who I am.
When my words cut, you may wrap your arms around me
and remind me that you have feelings, too.
Let’s stand as role models that being a man does not give
you rights over anyone else,
Listen men, to what she says.
Keep your hands to yourself
(and other pokey bits, too).
If she says no,
Channel your unwanted urges
into art. Wash them away in
cold showers of reality.
Let your futile frustration seethe
like generations of women seethed.
What has changed, boys?
The very air you breathe.