Bodies

you should know

birth is not quiet.

i want you to feel it.

there are

buckets

in the delivery room to catch the

blood

from her body.

are we nothing

to you? less than

human, our bodies laid out for your use.

i sleep and am

vivisected,

hemorrhaging,

my body that of a million women.

she

screams and

it is in our spines, conductive like

electricity and you want to

take

this

choice.

the fight of

generations presses into

my shoulders and i am so

tired.

you should know —

you. do. not. own. me.

this body is

mine and it is

not

quiet.