Me, Too
by Carmen H Gray
My great grandmother somehow had to make a living
After her husband died and she had children to feed
She was quite exquisite
Even as she washed wealthy people’s clothes
And took on other unsavory tasks
Like all women have done
Like all powerless people do
Do not think you are above it
The Me, Too’s
Or that you would have done anything differently
This land was built by Me, Too’s
Your house was cleaned by Me, Too’s
Your children have been nursed by Me, Too’s
Our history is wrought with Me, Too’s
Shut your gaping mouth
At the false display of surprise
Me, Too’s are unearthing a truth
Held sickly sweet inside
Rooted in depths of darkness
Time to birth it
The water breaks
The earth quakes
The fires blaze
As we raise
From the long forgotten past
The Me, Too’s
Me and You
