Survivor Story
Divided Nation
When her freedom was ripped from her hands
She had no choice in the matter,
No voice– but it gets sadder.
Power to the people, but the people look like him.
If “all men are created equal,”
What about Adam’s sequel?
Are we not all people?
Old white men in Washington
Should not have a say in her body,
But they have the final say.
How is this the only way?
When will come the day
We break free from these chains,
The oppression and the flames,
That their “great” ancestors chose for us?
The breaking heart of her father.
Was she nothing but fodder?
Now she, too, is forced to bear a daughter.
Do you see this line we’ve drawn in the sand?
Women everywhere shall stand hand-in-hand.
This bullshit is antiquated
We must fight to be emancipated.
Iron fist,
Lead foot,
Overrated.
And so…
I pledge allegiance to my body
In the United States of America
Not to the republic,
For which I do not stand.
A divided nation,
Under none a God
Where is the liberty and justice for us all?
This piece was written in response to Roe v. Wade being overturned. It is dedicated to my best friend, who was deeply affected by this decision. I love you, K!
