i dont know what to name this

I had a long childhood
My innocence was protected and I didn’t see the world for what it is
I smiled a lot, and I cried too
But only over the little things 
Scraped knees and spilled ice creams 
The big things didn’t scare me for a while. 

Now I’m older and I see the world for what it is 
I listen to my friends stories about what men have done to them 
And it hasn’t happened to me yet but I’m so scared 
I am a woman so I am never truly safe.

I sign petitions and have hard discussions 
And sometimes I pray, even though I’m not religious 
I don’t know who I’m praying to but someone has to hear me. 

I started watching empowering youtube videos 
And I cry and cry because we’ve come so far but we are still not even close
I have to listen to them alone in my room because the world will laugh at my tears.

They just banned abortions past six weeks in Texas 
And I don’t live there but other people do and what is going to happen to them?
No one gives a shit what happens to that baby once its born 
They won’t lift a finger when new parents are struggling with a life they didn’t choose.
But heaven forbid we should get to make the choices for our bodies. 

So I’ll keep on listening to music to block out the voices in my head
That call me the neverending list of demeaning words it is somehow okay to call someone. 
I’ll keep supporting those in need, being a shoulder to cry on 
When the world knocks you down yet again  
And I will keep fighting so that if I ever have a daughter 
She will not have to deal with this.

I am determined that if I have a daughter she will live in a better world that I do 
She will not have to fight for the right to her own opinion
She will not have to fight for the right to be whatever she wants to be
She will not have to fight for the right to make her own fucking choices.
She will not have to fight. 

That’s just a pipe dream though. 
I know its too good to be true. 



 

flowersinherhair

VT

18 years old

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