At night
When my brain is flooded
With fears and worries
I think about
What will happen
If abortion isn't legal
If old men
Get to continue
To decide what
Happens to me
I don't think that
A kid
Should have to worry
About her rights
And yet I do
Every
Single
Night
Maybe one night
I won't have to go to bed
With worries and fears
About people
Telling me
What to do
And one night
Old men won't be what
I worry about
And what they do
To girls like me
What they do
Because they're
Hungry for power
Control
All so they
Don't feel so
Insecure about themselves
Because girls
Know that they are worthy
So one night
Old insecure men
Won't be in my brain
Filling me with fears
Comments
Such an important message. I worry about the same things too, every day. And I remember the powerless feeling I had when I was not yet able to vote (although these fears obviously persist even when I can). But, keep writing poetry about it, keep sharing your voice. One day, we can hope, our reproductive freedom will become tangible again.
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