Sometimes things can only be expressed through poetry – I think this pretty much sums up my feelings about the anti-abortion bills in the southern United States.
It might come across as being very ‘angry feminist’, but I am an angry feminist right now.
Here’s my uterus
Here’s my uterus,
she screamed from the top of her lungs
Have it, take it please,
for the moment you take my uterus I’ll take your testes
Let’s trade for while,
I’ll twirl and spin see an’ how they fit
You take my uterus,
but just remember a couple bits:
she fights back, my uterus,
things don’t always go to plan
for she has a mind of her own my uterus
on her I’ll bet a few grand
So, when you take my uterus prisoner,
an escape is already conceived
for generation after generation were not raised to please.
So, here, take my uterus,
Take it, please!
For I’d like any excuse to cut off your rotting testes.
© LE Purse
18th May 2019