Are We Not Our Own
And to think that the world is getting to a point
Where landmark decisions are on the chopping block
Feels like the cloche is (always there), ominously
Staring the death stare at Betsy Ross’ brainchild
Like a crow to (dead) meat.
Meat we are (chewed and all),
If we decide one day (to pull the plug)
If we decide one day (to put ourselves first)
If we decide one day (to bring closure to
The brutal violence of a man only out for a female to fuck).
Control is their greatest fear (but is our greatest strength).
No way in the US of A are we gonna forget the
Day that our bodies were reclaimed as property
For someone to let their private parts in rent free
(And steal our autonomy).
For someone to further the production of children
We didn’t (want to) have out of forced abuse.
For someone to get (like minded) people pregnant
On the idea of delegitimizing vaginas, one at a time
Are we not our own (womxn)?
Are we not our own (mxn)?
Are we not our own (human rights)?
Are we not our own (human wrongs)?
We are post Roe for generations to come, wading in the water
As slow as children without floaties drowning fast deaths.
(What’s left of) their life starts at conception (without any right to choose).
Ends at not being able to choose (a battle now theirs to always lose).
Control is their greatest fear (but life without control is even greater).
And surely, life without a clinic to save her from carrying a child born out of abuse
Will cause her to resent governmental use of her to further production,
(Be a baby making) machine that never dies
Unless she decides one day to pull the plug.