My body is no longer my own.
I am just another community garden,
ready to be sown.
There is a uterus within me,
that is no longer mine.
It’s stamped with an official seal
their’s until they resign
“Property of the Supreme Court.”
Though I am non-binary,
& identify as queer,
because I have a womb
I still must live in fear.
The time has turned back decades,
We have today to mourn
and tomorrow to sharpen our blades.
Your body is yours
and my body is mine.
We will keep fighting for our rights
no matter what plot you design.
About the Creator
Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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