Jun 24
poem challenge: Roe v. Wade


Today America held its breath.

I am worth the pennies of projectiles
Am and left with less reproductive rights
Than bacteria on a politician's thumbprint

It is not to agonize, but to organize 
But there is nothing good
About an extremist

I am not alive
in the nine's eyes.

Note: I've composed this poem in under five minutes. May every keyboard stroke be etched in anger. This is not a good poem, but why should I put thought into my poetry about thoughtless laws?
I apologize.