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Mama I'm scared


Mama I'm scared Not of the dark nor the monsters under the bed No I'm scared of the monsters in the buildings pulling strings like we're their puppets Mama I'm scared I'm scared for women who came before me Women like me For women who will come after me Mama I'm scared In an effort to make everything great again we have gone back in time Mama I'm scared I am no longer a human to people I am property Mama I'm scared I'm scared that they see I'm property of my father Property of my future husband Property of theirs Mama I'm scared I'm property for them to do as they please I'm property for them to control me as they please Mama I'm scared I will no longer have a say for my body I will no longer have a voice for myself Mama I'm scared I could lose my life if not directly by their hands then by the papers they are passing By the medicine they restrict By the practices they abolish By the way they dictate what my body wants and needs Mama I'm scared.
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SarahSlayton96

My name is Sarah Slayton. I am a student who is studying substance abuse counseling. My poems are my form of self healing. Peace be with you!

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