Your discourse in the name of “rights”
cut off my
air supply your
worship of autonomy
slit my
throat I’m trying
to have a birthday without
2,246 dead friends in Dr. Klopfer’s house
just trying
to know the touch of my mother
in the clinic you want
to un-affirm me to
“dismember me with forceps” well the murdered
60,942,033 (1973-2018)
stuff baby socks, rattles and formula into your
deceiving mouths
Irish
4
Reproductive
Health
your cowardly
“social justice” is a cultural
bullet at the handicapped, women and people of color
you chemically burned me
dehumanized me you
watched me die in the name of “healthcare”
and so I’m not here,
because of your “reproductive
freedom” I’m not here in class
I’m here with decades of my dead
brothers and sisters in a medical waste bin if you want me gone then call it murder
you are going to need truth
and science and better
disguises you are going to
need a much bigger
cover for your lies.
-the Unborn
There’s innocent blood on pro-choice hands
Francine Shaft
sophomore
Sept. 30
The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.
