Me Too…

me too

By Nazreen Fazal | Image:


Me Too…

That evening

This morning

Decades ago

Just now

Still fresh


At home

At School

At Work

In Sick

Stuck in traffic

Out partying

Out for a walk

On my own

In an empty parking lot

In a mall

In broad daylight

At the holiest of places



By least expected faces

In the cradle

On my death bed

On the first night

And the following nights

After fights


In my favourite pair of jeans


Draped head to toe

Uncovered By friends and foes

By every single one

Given an opportunity


To stalk

To stroke

To grope

To gape

If given time,


And break

And Make

Me feel



In every space I inhabit

So every moment I tread

I dread

It’s going to be…

Me Too


About the Author:

Nazreen is a writer, poet, professional tea drinker and story weaver. This piece of poetry was originally published on her Facebook page.

October 12th, 2018

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