Alabama Amendment 2 and Other Trigger Bans: A Poem

They’re coming They’ll say they don’t want to control our bodies They just want to protect the innocent The pure, the precious, the untouched, unborn The hardworking, the virtuous, the God-fearing men They’re here, If they’re “woke” they’ll preach protection But he calls my “protection” “abortion-inducing pills” He who lays the law of the land, the law of my body Spits out the words like they are venom Calling our trauma “a joke, a farce” Commanding a gold star commendation From our ever faithful commander-in-chief But how did it come to this? They’ve always been this way, Preaching “abstain” From such a young age, Don’t distract him! His natural male urges Are pushing too hard against his zipper of self control “He doesn’t know any better, You know boys will… Read more »