“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.
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