I’m not for abortion
I’m for every woman having the right to choose what to do with her own body
I’m for preventing the fear of what to do with a child that is unwanted or unplanned
I’m for protecting women from back-ally abortions because they have no other option.
thats why it’s called pro-choice, not pro-abortion
THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO TELL PEOPLE.
WHEN PEOPLE SAY YOU HAVE PRIVILEGE THEY ARE NOT SAYING THAT YOU DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS
THEY ARE SAYING YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SPECIFIC PROBLEMS THAT COME FROM OPPRESSION
THIS IS NOT A DIFFICULT CONCEPT
Some Black guys will talk crap about Black women and say that’s why they like White girls and White women are better etc., but did you take into account that if you have a half-Black daughter she will most-likely look Black and get treated like a Black woman as she grows up? Is she unattractive, loud, and have an attitude because she has Black in her? Because she’s not Blonde? Because she has curls? If you have such a big problem with Blackness maybe you shouldn’t have kids.
Define your flesh as in shape
Work fat into physical fitness
Until you sweat your flaws out
Build all the muscle you want to
It won’t make your temple holy
Won’t make your manhood worthy of God
Sure as hell won’t buy you respect
See I know that under your armor
beats the heart of a warthog
veins filled with venom so thick
your every thought is poisonous.
And no I don’t hate or despise you.
I merely find your existence annoying
Your voice equal to nails on chalkboards
Laughter matching that of rabid hyenas
But i wonder if anyone else really listens
To hear this cowards cry for attention
whimpering like a pup neglected by its mother
Staging tantrums and calling it stand up comedy
Slapstick and sharp rocks thrown for
the sake of supporting a weak ass punchline
Kid, If i kept every stone you tossed at my character,
I’d be able to build you a house not made out of glass
Try not to get stabbed by your own broken pieces
When your world crumbles
and your doghouse’s roof caves in.
Let’s see how many laugh when you howl.
I swear the hardest part about loving you
Is learning that somethings are worth the wait.
Learning that not every meal requires a sample before praising it’s quality
even though I’ve wondered if you taste every bit as delicious as the first fruits
If you could inspire sin with the same gift that currently brings me to the feet of Jesus
If you could tempt the Adam in me as if your name is etched onto my ribs
You deserve a garden unspoiled by lust
Or at least A sacrifice of flesh to ward off every carnal thought sharpened like Spears
Seeking to impale your purity
You sit on a lofty standard, and even though I’ve brought down the heavens and triggered floods for other females
I promised God I wouldn’t make him a liar when he said he’d never destroy a world with anything other than fire
So if i have to sentence self to burn alive just to kindle this passion until the day comes when you can
turn this furnace info a hearth
turn a desolation into a home
I’ll prove my endurance.
The flame I carry will
Make Olympic torches shudder
Make their runners wonder how
I kept these tongues burning bright
Never knowing how much patience goes into preventing the return of problems long since past.
Never guessing how much practice takes to make one worthy of perfect.
How many prayers go before the throne on behalf of a future with an outcome in not privileged to know
But when it comes to the muse my love poems have always belonged to
I will compete with myself and strive to earn you a trophy equivalent to a sliver of your majesty because
You deserve it.