Humanity Soup

No Death or Indignity

Little hands, little feet
at fifteen it's not hard to make a baby
however, it is hard to carry and raise one
A word no one wants to say is a word everyone thinks
Religious freedom should go no where near my uterus, my womb, my (dare I say it) vagina
Are you offended yet?
your gods are not welcome in my body,
I am a woman
and most importantly a human being
I could shave all the hair off my head, pierce my nose, or have an abortion
if I so please
because this is my body
let me remind you, A fetus is not the same as a baby
at 6 weeks pregnant, the fetus is a bundle of cells and around the size of a
pea.
Please listen.
Don't you dare ever let
a man
whose first thought is to shoot a gun, rather than protect a fellow man's life,
have the audacity to tell you your limits
on what you can do with your body.
Don't you let that man in the sky scare you.
You were not created from a man's rib,
you were pushed out a womb.
No matter what legislation is put through
either safe or deadly, abortions will happen.
vote, promote
make it right
make it safe, accessible, legal.
You have a choice.
Because fifteen is too young to have a baby, with a
toxic metallic
boy who shares more personality traits with a robot than a living person.
We are human, and have evolved all this time to recover from what the world throws at us.
I have recovered, and I won't ever forget that.