Goodbye to Reason, Jane Roe
The politics of the matter shattered us,
self loving, waiving signs, singing , crying.
And where have you left your god,
your center raging to make certain that
owns nothing of themselves.
And yet I know when the moment comes,
when a decision balances on the tip of my tongue
gouging my own eyes, tearing clumps of hair.
I know what my choice is
even as you hand me the pills
to poison our future.
Thank you, heartbreaking indeed.
I don’t write political poems often, and this poem is not intended to be on either side of the abortion debate. But we all should have the right to own our own body.