Letter To: The Supreme Court
By R. Cary
A woman. Her choice. Only in some states.
You say it is God’s right. Right’s, not hers.
The baby’s right. And so, it is definitive. For now.
No one likes it. Not the mother. Not the baby.
No one likes it. Everyone hates it. But some,
Some need it. And, as choice is your highest
Freedom, free will your ultimate cause. Being right,
It comes at a cost. Liberties denied. Subjugation to
Becomes the loss of right. How can I make you see?
When born out of wedlock, you are the first to say
The word. Abortion. But rape. Rape is God’s will,
Inseminated by force. Can you feel it, the semen,
The army penetrating your body. The fallen soldiers
Dripping out of you. As you wipe, your body wilts.
Tears fall in line with the soldiers. Can’t you see?
Rape is defunct of choice. Then you make rape a right;
She shall bear my child! The womb a growth of hate.
How can I make you see? No one chooses to be born
Female. No one chooses to be raped. But you have
Chosen. The choice is not hers. The choice is the rapists.
As you, yourself force your own will upon her. She.
Mom. Mother. Sister. Daughter. I want you to feel,
To imagine this fact. Rape is real. To those you love
You now say, your body, your body is not your own.
This is God’s will. And to God’s will and our own,
You will bear this burden and surrender to the army
Evil has brought to your body, as is the law of the land.
End
Letter To: The Supreme Court
By R. Cary
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