A False Premise
Black mothers are
three times more likely to die in childbirth than white women
Black mothers are
five times more likely to die from pregnancy-related disorders
For black mothers,
abortion is about saving lives not ending them
A ban on abortion means
more death for black women - the rate will rise by a third
A ban on abortion means
more death for poor women,
Who seek unsafe ways to save themselves
To "die trying" becomes a gruesome reality
There is no sense of poetry here.
When women are treated merely as vessels
Criminalized, brutalized, marginalized
We cannot begin to consider the value of "lives" lost
When we do not value the ones already living
Black mothers may have abortions at higher rates
But that's not due to some moral failing
At least not on their part - this racist nation is to blame
These women, often poor, the game stacked against them
Lack access to healthcare that should be a right
As their schools teach abstinence if anything at all
If you think Black Lives Matter,
focus on the human beings here now
Instead of clumps of cells and some imagined future
The reality is they were saved
From a world that doesn't want them
This country hates women,
the black and brown ones the most.
Writing is Risk
I can't help but cringe when I see writing prompts that ask the writer to "keep it clean." Other than certain rules around basic grammar, punctuation and spelling that help ensure ideas can be conveyed clearly across audiences (and even here, there is arguably some flexibility), writing should be untethered. Good writing exists at the place where creativity and risk intersect - if there isn't some sort of fear or discomfort at play while you contemplate sharing your writing, you're doing it wrong. It's hard to be honest with yourself, let alone the world, but that authenticity is what makes writing sing - the best songs evoke strong emotion, connect people and move us to action.
This is not to say that good writing has to be full of "fucks" - obscenity, sexuality, violence and the like all have their place insofar as they further the story or characterization and help the author to build a world or setting that feels true. Many a work has been criticized for unnecessary rape, for instance, that does little to advance the plot or characters and is used more so for shock value, often offering insight into the writer's social/political views on women more than anything else. But to box someone in from the start - to tell them to keep it clean in a world that is very much the opposite - seems like a recipe for the production of writing that is superficial and half-hearted. Give me the grime and the pain any day, to remind me I am real.
Love Hate Relationship
I'm embarrassed
that it took me this long to realize.
All that time I looked for love from others
Because loving myself
was just too hard
Even if I felt it
- for a fleeting moment -
I couldn't be trusted
Only someone else
could tell me I was worthy
And if they left
it confirmed what I knew all along
I was
Too Much,
Not Enough,
Disgusting,
All Wrong.
I was a manipulator, a whore,
who tricked them all
into loving me.
Only now can I see clearly
That I'd been looking
for approval
almost since the beginning
For reasons,
some chemical, some not
Some examined, some left better
~ in the shadows ~
If they lied so powerfully
I could hate myself
I argue they're better
there in the dark,
where they were made.
The thing about
looking for love on the outside
Is that you lose the ability
to make it for yourself
Like when you take
too many antibiotics
And your body forgets
how to make the good bacteria
that kept you balanced and clean,
and now you're just itchy and weak.
Fortunately for me,
Even though I sustained
many cracks along the way
I managed not to fully break.
And the thing about cracks is
they may hurt
or make a thing look less perfect,
but they also let in the light
And eventually it shone bright enough
For me to see the Truth of myself
I was at the end of the line to be loved by me,
but I saved the best for last.