Stolen Voice

In the toughest of time
The roughest of days
Worthlessness overwhelms
Inside

Soon enough
"Apology accepted"
It's alright, remember here
We're all on the same side

But the nine in the capital
With their long black robes
If anything, reinforce
Worthlessness

No apologies here
They don't even know us
Sucking away our freedom
Our happiness

From Texas to Louisiana
To Mississippi to Arkansas
They pose a stricken cage
Locked around our rights

We were told when young
Our bodies are our own
Now, should this change
We can only hope with all our might

For fifty years
Of joy and relief
We had freedom
We had a choice

Those six pro-life judges
They, among all, should know
That to take away our freedom
Is to take away our voice
a photo of me at the river in the sunshine :)

elise.writer

VT

15 years old

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