MY body is mine
And mine only
No matter what anyone says
No matter how I dress
No matter how someone gazes
"My body, my rules", that's what we tell our children!
I was born with just one body
Natural, pure, unblemished to start
Over the years it changed shape
From yoga guru to pudgy Mummy belly
For better, or for worse,
Was much admired, then abused beyond my force
Thankfully I didn’t get pregnant
Or had to live with the face of the perpetrator
It is there to breathe, run, dance, have babies, make love
It is whole
MY unique entity
MY personal property
Do not dictate what is done with it
For you do not know the road I have travelled
Appearances may be deceiving
This body harnesses many battle wounds inside
Please give women the freedom to protect what is theirs
For this is not...
Democracy
Humanity
Decency
True choice
Nor Progress.
This is an abuse of power.
Of civil rights.
Of the constitution.
Of simply being a woman.
Await the dire consequences to come America.
About the Creator
Vicky Keenan
Born writer, storyteller, raconteur. Trained copywriter, editor, proofer, poet. Scriptwriting student - future playwright. Proud feminist, mother-of-one, linguist, Francophile, domestic violence advocate. Keen observer of people. And dogs.
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