I just saw this posted online. I do not know the author but I wanted to share it. Don't know why some lines printed in black and some in blue.
Women of the World Vs. Ernie
This is what I know about being a woman:
My body is coursing with estrogen,
I have a uterus. My breasts fit nicely into bras
that shapes them into fashionable
things that men like to look at.
Once a month, my uterus lets go
of its contents and I bleed
for a few days.
I am not immune to the stigma of the whole
thing. I read Cosmo and think:
this is what I am supposed to look like.
this is who I am.
this is what I am supposed to buy.
this is what I am supposed to eat.
It goes on like this all the time.
I buy, I eat, I apply lipstick.
The single man outside the abortion
clinic stands there with his sign.
He thinks he will change some minds today
because he has god and patriarchy
and a picture of a bloody fetus,
the force of his own stupid ego
on his side.
Some of the women I know have abortions.
Real abortions, not the ones on the signs.
The kind that keep them up nights
going over it over and again.
We are all powerful
and sometimes subjugated.
They are my sister.
my best friend.
my next door neighbor.
The lady in line behind me
me at the grocery store-
we are in the express lane,
she has 26 items.
the check-out girl, too--
she is pissed .
He says it so clearly,
You need to be ashamed.
of it weakness,
of your woman-ness.
Keep this secret,
keep your mouth shut
And your legs closed.
I no longer care what his real name is—
I will call him misogyny.
Does he speak to his mother
with that mouth?
In my dreams she is washing out
his mouth with soap.
This is what I want misogyny
with his sign to know:
I want what I want. I need what I need.
This body is a gift from that same god.
He gave it to me because he knew
I could be trusted.
He said to me in a prayer:
You know what to do, and when.
Written by Bridget.