Poetry
Related: About this forumHer Body Migrant
They wanted her
here--
there,
back down,
thirteen,
no hope,
prisoner
used, traded.
Tool.
Dreams:
nightmares only.
Freedom denied
and penetration
guaranteed.
Stolen life
a story
of transit-points
and bargains
and sometimes,
she was the chip.
This seed
that tastes like shame
holds a body in bounds,
and would you dare bargain for her
freedom with indifference to her
life--and
not call this thing "rape"?
Make her body the place
you sink in your
staff and wave your
merry flag? A fish and a cross?
Fuck yourself.
Her body is her proof.
Let her have her freedom.
And leave your beady little conscience
to its worrying stones.
She bore her cross
why should she bear
a crown of thorns?
Her body is not your business to shame
but the burden you
need
to know.
And if you do not dare--
speak no more of her fate
anywhere,
slink down from your place;
for you have no right to
judge
what you would
not face.
Her body,
and the sanctity of its life.
CaliforniaPeggy
(152,071 posts)vixengrl
(2,686 posts)The Hyde language inserted dubiously into the bill on human trafficking has been done to signify to religious zealots while abandoning the real situation of pregnant women whose bodies have been used (Even if funding comes from confiscated funds from the traffickers themselves, sidestepping the taxpayer-funding question utterly) Once again, anti-abortion zealots are creating a standard where women have to jump through hoops to prove their qualification for care. I was inspired by the dignity these women deserve despite the gutless kowtowing to the religious right assholes that they are subjected to by mostly male jackasses who cannot even fathom the horrors these women know, because if they did, their "concern" would certainly angle another way. I can't not consider their experiences, and be shocked at people denying them reproductive care on the basis of denying the obvious.