An Ode to the Assholes who think they can control my body

An Ode to the Assholes who think they can control my body:

The following poem was written in 2022 and is heavily influnced by the
events happening over in America with the overturning of Roe v. Wade by the Supreme Court and the right to abortion was in the hands of individual states who now have the power to regulate or more ofthen than not, ban it. It is designed to be a spoken piece of work.

Who do you think you are?

To dictate my body?

To decide that my worth is only that which I can carry in my womb?

But God forbid I give you anything less than a man. A man for you to twist and mould into Hate.

Hate for himself.

For his parents

For his siblings

I refuse.

You will say that it is my divine purpose.

It is why God has blessed me with this body.

Fuck. That.

I will rip this so-called blessing from my body with clawed and bloodied hands.

I will laugh in your face as you rage and shout and scream. “You’ll regret that”

No. I don’t think I will.