April 25, 2004
By Natalie White
Inside, outside
Seemingly always inside out
It’s a tug, kind of like war
Causing constant dread
That does nothing
Nothing, but fill my head
Teetering at the thought of what might
come of
The tottering of constant power struggles
of some
In order for me to be able
Not quite yet,
But we shall overcome
Your lies, laws and lashes.
Just so we’re clear
I will not be made an example of
By becoming the ashes of your ignorance
and fear
Indeed,
The fight is not over
We must make right the wrongs you insist
With forces invested in those you try to
enlist.
Although we are within the limits of your
construct, for now
Know this,
We will not be politicized
Women’s bodies are not things for you
To ostracize
Just because you can incriminate our
personal freedoms now
Mr. Bush we will gladly take the bet
That you will not win in the end
April 25, 2004 was the March for Women’s
Lives
That proved promise was just over the
bend.
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