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?
What does it mean to be a medical Zebra?
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