A woman's body ought to be her own;
Our history has struggled with this fact.
A fetus in her womb, however grown,
Is not a person, and it cannot act;
A father (and a mother) gives to her
A life, an education, and a home
She may owe them her love, but I am sure
She isn't owned despite a shared genome;
A husband, bound to her by vow and ring,
Should be a partner in the life they choose
But though they might agree on everything
He isn't her: and this should not be news.
There ought to be no need, but let's review:
A human woman is a human too.
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Abortive
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