You find it more vile that
The child who was defiled
Had the right to save her life
And the man who ripped her innocence to shreds walks free while she suffers with carrying a life she didn’t ask for?
And the woman who fell in love
Is not ready to bear the weight
Of breasts aching with milk
And sleepless nights.
And eighteen years,
Of her life being given,
To a life she was not prepared to care for.
But what are women’s bodies if not dictated by men.
What are women’s bodies if they have no say in how they are treated.
What is a woman’s future, if not to bear a child?
What is a woman, without a man?
(Featured Artwork: Lindsay Rapp)