What?

It's morning
It's pouring down
Won't you wake up?
I want the distraction
Never realized 
You were 
My favorite drug
You dulled the ache
Numbed the pain
But you're not here now
You're sleeping
That's all it takes
The thoughts seep in
Slowly
Saturating my sanity
I'm so afraid

What are we living in?
Knew things were run by men
Knew these men
Thrived on sin
But we pushed back

We pushed back but
They beat us down
They've taken our freedom
They've taken our voices
We have no credibility
We have no rights

Free will?
Freedom to make our mistakes?
To learn and grow as our own?
A cruel pipe dream

Our bodies our not our own
We have no choice
We have few allies
All in the name of justice?

That tiny fetus they idealize
It has no thought
It can't feel
The betrayal
The pain
Of being stripped
Of being criminalized
For wanting autonomy
Of itself

We can.
We do.

But we aren't people
Not like that fetus.
Not like that heartbeat.
Not like those men.

Sirs, do you think 
Do you really believe
These children will be born
Into the lives you expect
We live in a dark world
Parents don't always love
They are people
People are selfish

Do you think a woman 
Forced to carry and deliver
Forced through the agony of childbirth
Is going to nurture
Is going to nourish
Is going to even Care
About that fetus?

I wouldn't
I would hate the life
Men prized above my own
If she were a girl
I'd rather her dead

Then she would never 
Feel the hurt 
The ripping off power
That you instructed

We do not impregnate ourselves
We do not apply for motherhood
It is thrust upon us
By chance
By force
The women asking for
AN ABORTION
Are not willing mothers

You are creating a new world
Of hate
Of resentment
Of abuse
These children may be loved
But it takes a saint
To love the creature
That stole your freedom
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