The Right of Choice

Lawmakers and citizens alike

Tell me what should and should not 

Be done to my body.

Standards are warped

And vary across the board.

 

Do not tattooo yourself;

Men think that is trashy.

Do not be a prude;

Nobody likes a tease.

Do not sleep around;

You will be undesirable.

 

Little does society know

That I do not dress or act

To appease the opposite sex.

 

Abortion means I'm a murderer.

Welfare means I'm a bad mother.

Housewifery makes me lazy,

And working full time means I neglect family.

While rape will always be my fault.

 

In a country that is founded on freedom

And the freedom to choose,

Why is my right to choose what happens to me

Gift wrapped and handed to legislators?

 

 

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My country
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