Content Warning: Abortion
On June 25th, 2022
The Supreme Court of the USA
Decided things, for women;
Abortion could be made illegal,
by any state that wished it.
***
It was then the stories spilled out
Unstoppered from the soul;
They were told because
someone had to hear them,
We were like Hagar,
naming the truth of the anguish
Telling the tales that some will deny
after we screamed by a the tree
from rage and anguish and lament.
***
The stories, bled out under the tree,
as we hugged one another;
Of illegal abortions at college,
When the friend almost bled out…
and these stories are not as my youngest says
from “Ancient times”–
of the sister whose ectopic pregnancy;
after she finally convinced the dr that she was indeed pregnant,
…that this life saving surgery that was administered mere weeks ago
was as of THIS moment illegal in some states.
Of the horrific and hard late term abortions,
that were tragic and still open wounds.
Of abortions that eased and affirmed lives,
because the individual had no means
to care for a a child at that moment.
Of friends and sisters and trans individuals who died
from lack of proper care.
***
We named how racism will kill so many women now.
Of the horrors of foster care and adoption,
and how that is a different conversation
to convolute with abortion.
Because White Supremacists want to control the wombs of all women, of all childbearing people though they deny they exist.
The grandmothers of our community, recalled the fight as it happened before.
Of moms who wanted to work, but were stuck with children instead.
Of no credit cards, no freedom, no divorce, no control.
***
We raged and we mourned and
like a miracle, we found ourselves by the well—women and childbearing people of all genders
and we were telling stories to you Jesus–
Not our husbands, because we said,
“Today Jesus, I have no husband”
and we said, we have no husband–
and Jesus you answered and said, that’s right.
You are your own self, dignified, in your own right.
Defined not by your husband, or your children,
with rights over your God-created, God-imagined, Godly and beautiful body.
Go and be blessed.
And so we will go, full of pain
And hope
and stories.
Feel free to use/share/adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta
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