Good Morning America

“Good morning America, today our democracy is under attack.”

“Coming up, a threat from the east.”

“Plus, what this Congressmen says about -”

I turned that damn TV off

I don’t need you to tell me about abortion rights

Or gun rights

Or threats to my freedom

Or whatever the hell else is being taken or given or taken or given to or from me Shooting down spy balloons while we shoot down each other

Digging into my womb as you dig for dirt

Shuffling classified documents as I shuffle my swollen feet to work

You work this job, slapping burgers on a table in hopes they give me 20%

Watch your drug store mascara slip its way down your cheeks

In fear you’ll never leave your parents’ house

Telling me my freedom is being taken

When you’re the one who took it from me in the first place

Get out of my face

Busy shouting lies into my living room

Making me think you’re on my side

That he’s on my side: Mr. President, Mr. Congressmen, Mr. Senator

How about you let me live Mr. Big Shot

Let me breathe

At least give me a damn day off

Stop talking about my body

And my rights, what rights, who says?

What gives you the right to tell me what my right is or isn’t

Let me do what I want

Telling me my freedom is being taken

When it was never even mine to begin with.