Dreams

I vote in trousers

with my mother's surname

- still you touch me

I designed my own home

and own the ground on which it stands

- yet still you touch me

I choose to bear sons

my daughters also

- but still you touch me

I went to school

grades as high as the steeple

- although you still touch me

I am your doctor and your lawyer

your teacher, accountant, leutenant and crew

- and still you touch me

I fell with Emily

and stand hungry at no man's door

- however still, you touch me

When will you listen

to the hoofbeats from a century gone?

- calling: no, no, no... not #metoo

When will we, touch you?