A poem about the Texas abortion law
By Charli Pitchblende, Contributor
Those men and their pens
Scribbling hasty chains and outlawing our choices
In that suit, you think the world is yours
With the bible, youâve never read and often misquote
In the seat, at the table, in front of the camera
Telling me that my body isnât mine
Telling me that to be caught is worth $10,000
Those men and their pens
No uterus, probably canât spell it
All patriarchy, little care
Self-assured and reckless
Who am I to you but Godâs handmaid birthing machine?
When itâs a mask you believe in choice
When itâs a gun you believe in choice
When itâs my body its only your choice
Those men and their pens
Didnât one of you go to Cancun when Texas needed you?
Donât kids go hungry in Texas?
Thatâs you right?
Those men and their pens
Now Bucktooth Bill can sue me
He can sue the uber driver or my cousin too
He can sue the doctor and the nurse
Just who canât he sue?
Youâve been waiting a long time for this
Waiting and waiting
The paper was ready for the day
And the day waited for
Those men and their pens