My Body, Not Yours

We scream at the top of our lungs

We scream for every woman gone and every woman to come.

Our voices our weapon in this battle you call choice.

Your weapon, a sharp crucifix etched with the words of a thousand men who form a barricade around our bodies.

A barricade around our right to decide and say “It is my body, not yours”

For it is my body and not yours or your fathers or his father before. 

The blood of all the innocent women past and present on your hands as you lead us into a battle of choice that we know you have already won but yet we still go. 

Our shirts and badges our armor

Stained with the tears we cry

The tears we cry for every time you have denied us the right to our choices. 

The right to defend our own bodies, our own lives.

For too long our voices have gone unheard and you will not knock us down again.

This is for the women who have lost their voices and will never speak for themselves.

This is for the women who are too afraid to speak. 

This is for the women.