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POETRY
The life we birth, turning against us
Political poem
How could I wallow in sorrow?
when the earth keeps rotating
when new days are excited to be born
when every new night welcomes the day with a smile
when the moon shines throughout its rebirth
How could I lose hope?
when new life is still being born into this world
when the trees stand through winter
when the plants hold fast through tornadoes
when the forest pushes through more breaths
But…
How could I be happy?
when my fellow women die trying to live
when places shaping the future aren’t “safe” for women
when a court advises women not to visit public parks after 7
when being female equates to a target
Hope, happiness, human
All birthed by a woman
Happy spooky month with new fears haunting us…
I originally had a different poem for Halloween, but this one feels scarier. So this is my response to this month's writing prompt, Willow Schroeder.
