They shout of life with righteous breath,
Yet turn away from living death
From children bruised in foster homes,
Who learn too young they’re all alone.
Did you think of girls who cry at night,
Whose bodies lost a stolen fight?
The ones forced silent, forced to stay,
Then told “give birth” anyway.
Did you think of mothers scared,
Too young, too sick, too unprepared?
The ones who die with trembling hands,
While strangers judge and make demands.
They say it’s love, they say it’s care,
But where are they when pain is there?
Where are they when children break,
Or women drown for “morals’” sake?
This is not protecting babies pure,
It’s chains disguised as something sure.
A need to govern, shame, control,
To claim dominion over souls.
And still they vote with prideful voice
On lives that never were their choice.
So tell me why you fight
To steal a woman’s human right.
Because it’s not your blood, your scar,
Not your body carrying war.
Not your future torn apart,
Not your fear inside the dark.
So keep your laws off of my skin,
You do not live the life I’m in.
Don’t preach of freedom while you pry
My body’s mine. My choice. My life.