want to find fish roe
so boat we will have to row
then can watch them grow
The 70's brought a wake-up call, embracing some needed change.
Some women with unwanted pregnancies were self-mutilating, so insane.
It seems we are now regressing like a patient who's demented.
Why would a women's right to choose now be legally circumvented?
Too many women lost their lives in a blood bath so obscene.
Botched coat hanger abortions and
other unsafe means.
Do you hear their voices?
Can you count their screams?
We have learned nothing, or so it seems.
Too many women's lives ended tragically.
Where are their death statistics?
Are we too blind to see?
God help a nation that forgets it's own history.
I
Our cry, silenced.
We watch the murder of our freedoms
Like spectators at a lynching.
Our Twenty-first-century forbearance rubbed out,
Our twentieth-century sensibilities never happened.
High court corruption,
A misogyny hell-bent on a 19th-century revival.
In its myopic mendacity,
In its mockery of fundamental democracy,
We all take great comfort in knowing
A woman’s body is now state-regulated.
There is great solace in knowing how
Raped little girls will be forced to give birth.
II
Our cry, silenced.
Oh, see all the words never included,
Never even considered in the Constitution:
“Lesbian,” “gay,” “desegregation.”
Too busy were the founders with tending
Their slaves in 1789.
Too busy they were in stealing land from
Native Americans.
The founders never wrote of Jews or Muslims,
They never knew the word “Latinx.”
But something in the mischief of children
Tells us who we really are today!
Not when women were executed for witchcraft.
Not when the founders made a Constitutional guide
Like sausage.
Published: Dissident Voice 10/23/22
wade then Roe her boat
while for Biden we would vote
poem of mine I wrote
Unwanted
You were never unwanted
From the moment the Creator
Touched you into life
There was someone who wanted—
To catch your first breath
To wipe your first tear
To kiss your first bruise
To always be near
From the very first moment
Someone who wanted—
To give the nameless a name
To sit on the floor
Playing a silly game
Someone who wanted-
To watch you dance across the floor
To cheer louder than all
When you achieved the winning score
From inside the womb
Where life begins
She didn’t believe
With selfish lies undaunted
You are more than a choice
More than unwanted
From the beginning
God had someone who wanted—
To be called mommy
Or dad
To laugh with your laughs
To cry with your cries
To watch you soar beyond the skies
Someone who wanted—
You
©J HIRTLE
Roe, Roe, Roe your boat
Back to every state.
Let the legislators vote;
Wouldn’t that be great?
Women have noticed with alarm
Justice has lost all of its charm
Despite lamebrains
The fact remains*
Doctors have vowed to do no harm!
*FACT: One does not become an individual
until the umbilical cord is severed.
Until then, Matthew 18:9 instructs:
"If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out,
and cast it from thee"
Eight weeks ago,
my daddy's sperm
connected with Mommy's egg.
A miracle explosion of living energy;
molecules merged,
cells divided, multiplied, took form.
My heart beats,
my limbs move,
and although I cannot yet see,
my ears hear, and I feel pain.
Smaller than my daddy's
thumbnail, is the size
of my perfectly formed little feet.
Someday, they will carry me
across green grass, through cool water
and over burning sand.
But only if I live to term.
© Faye Adams 1/20/2009
decent denial snoging the foe
devilish decision fraternizing woe
learn from apostle Peter... play the Roe