Operation **Reclaim** Loveland

Abortion by Protyus A. Gendher

Abortion 
14 years old and had to run away from home 
Fighting every day to make it on her own 
Each decision made with the purpose of survival 
Living on the streets of the belt of the bible 
She never knows where she’s going to get her next meal 
Or where she’ll sleep tonight, it’s scary and its real 
She grew up in a home where she got beaten every day 
But it’s ok, because daddy said that it was in god’s name 
That she was just a sinner, and nothing she did was right 
So, she did what she had to, to have a bed to sleep in tonight 
“It’s not that bad” she tells herself, sometimes it even feels good 
The warm body she’ll wake up next to, bought her booze and food 
She survived another day, and for now has a place to stay 
But there’s a price to pay, and she pays it every day 
And when she wakes up puking, she’s told she has no say 
Her body never belonged to her anyway 
Her dad had the right to beat her 
This guy had the right to cheat her 
And she just wants to be her 
36-year-old, mother of four 
If she tells him “No,” he’ll call her a whore 
So, she performs her expected chore 
This day just like each day before 
She’s exhausted, and has no spoons left to give 
It’s too hard to fight, she just wants to live 
She’s property, she can’t get out, she belongs to him 
He doesn’t approve of birth control 
But there’s no way she can handle one more 
And all the responsibility lands on her 
4 kids, 2 jobs, and her feet hurt 
In a world that says this should be her place 
Everyone but her deciding her fate 
She sees an extra line when she pees on a stick 
She’s done this before, and it makes her feel sick 
Because she didn’t have the right to avoid it 
Her body belonging to his enjoyment 
36 and not a full person yet 
Just a baby factory, whose spoons are spent 
She’s 12 and she was raped in a brutal assault 
In her brain feeling that everything is her fault 
Told she doesn’t deserve the chance to heal 
Because her life isn’t hers, how would you feel? 
They’re 28 years old, and married the love of their life 
After other personhood struggles, to allow them to take a wife 
But these two always knew they were meant to be together 
Meant to spend their lives, making each other better 
The love story of a lifetime, filled with joy and growth 
Finding out they were pregnant, filled their hearts with hope 
They watched their diet, exercised, and took their vitamins 
They cried when the shared the news with family and friends 
An ultrasound with a heartbeat, making a dream come true 
They’re planning the nursery, and looking at possible schools 
Now they’re 24 weeks along, two trimesters in 
But this morning they fell in the shower, and the baby stopped kicking 
They called their OB in panicked tears, who told them to come in 
For another ultrasound, to look for a heartbeat again 
“I’m so sorry,” their doctor said, “perhaps you’ll try again” 
And just like that it all came to an end 
But what do they do now, because the law says that they must 
Carry this corpse to term, it’s 40 weeks or bust 
His life is transforming, it’s been 6 months on T 
And he hasn’t had a period in at least 2 or 3 
Frankly, that was one of the goals 
So, it seemed this was the new normal 
He was prepared to feel quite different 
So, he never questioned where his period went 
Or why he woke up feeling nauseous 
And he’s been cautious 
He can dissociate enough to share a night with someone 
But how’s he supposed to dissociate for nine months? 
Gender dysphoria is back again 
Like a toxic best friend 
She’s spent so much money on motherhood 
So many doctors said she never would 
Conceive a child and live her dreams 
She still can’t believe that the line turned pink 
But she’s feeling much worse than she should 
She tried to push through it as hard as she could 
She didn’t want to admit how bad this hurt 
Until she collapsed while she was at work 
The embryo’s ectopic and now her life’s in danger 
While her fate is decided by strangers 
Another mom-to-be hears something’s desperately wrong 
In an ultrasound, while she’s 22 weeks along 
The baby isn’t forming the way that it should 
And if carried to term, they know that it would 
Die right after being born 
Both parents heartbroken, forlorn 
They’re not allow to spare it’s suffering 
How on earth could this be the right thing? 
Stories like these are endless, each with their own circumstances 
People with uteruses not really people, allowed to make their own choices 
People in real situations not allowed to have voices 
Because they’re being controlled 
By an external force 
It’s not ok to subjugate masses of people 
It’s not ok; it’s clear and it’s simple.  
What do they gain by taking our choices away? 
Why do our lives not matter, why are we not worth saving? 

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