A poem this morning after the revelations of this week. Yes, I know there are trustworthy men. Yes, I know there are women who commit sexual assault. Still…62 million views in one month on a rape academy site.
it’s only “some men”
women worry about.
Not anymore.
Their crimes are exposed
on repeat,
each week a new boulder
on the pile
with us at the bottom,
the weight of it
felt
with anger fused with sorrow
with fear fused with empathy
as they use our bodies
and brag to eyes
that see but hearts
that feel nothing
but pride.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-04-18 at 16:39
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The Weight
I don’t thinkit’s only “some men”
women worry about.
Not anymore.
Their crimes are exposed
on repeat,
each week a new boulder
on the pile
with us at the bottom,
the weight of it
felt
with anger fused with sorrow
with fear fused with empathy
as they use our bodies
and brag to eyes
that see but hearts
that feel nothing
but pride.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 1 time
Written on 2026-04-18 at 16:39
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