Poem: Justice for Our Bodies

Stop shaming my body,
Stop shaming my choices,
Stop hurting me,

This runaway Native girl who was never found,
Never found,
Never listened to,
Never honored,

Remember the screen door that slammed,
In poverty,
Political games played in women's lives,
Directing guilt,

Instead of,
"praying to end abortion,"
How about we pray to end,
Colonial hetero-patriarchal policies,
That tear at the wombs of our women,
How about we pray to end racism,
Pray to end sexism
Pray to end torture,
Pray to end rape,
Pray to end domestic violence,
Pray to end sex trafficking,
Pray to end sex slavery,
Pray to end hunger,
Hunger of the soul,
Hunger of the heart,
Pray to end gender deviation from being labeled as a "sin,"
Pray to end hate directed at same sex partnerships,
Love is real,
Pray to end the torment of a culture that hates different ideas,
Pray to end the hate directed at creative people,
Do this work,
Say these prayers,
Before you ever pray over a woman,
Who is making a choice for her life,
Her family,
Her relatives,
Her ancestors,
Her community,

Because that billboard on I-94 coming out of Wayne County said,
There are many unwanted children,
Or more,
Born into poverty,
The ghetto home,
Where the knife is gouged into the Mother,
The brother,
The sister,
The Auntie,
Because the system divides and cuts,
Based on race and class,
And you pray as another child goes unwanted,
In the ghetto,

Even in picture perfect suburbia,
Because money steals from the soul,
Births hate,
And a woman was thrown down the stairs on my street,

On the rez,
No one gives a fuck about the babies born,
Into homes where the wind blows cold,
Through the windows,
And in anger a beer can,
Is crushed,
Because of over 500 years of backwards,
Government policies,
Destroyed nations,
Hearts of nations,
Our women,
Have been wounded,
On the bottom of the mother fucking barrel,
Tell me,
This is "pro-life,"
Tell me these policies are about life,
Genocide is about death of a people,

Listen to her story,
Her life,
What about her right to life?
The culture directs shame,
At her,
At the woman,
What if a Black,
At-risk child is born,
Will you love this child in his addiction?
When he is near death?
Is this "God's will?"
That he is gender non-conforming,
Sensitive male,
In a culture that wants someone like him dead,
Will you love him?
Accept him?
Will you love her when she is selling her body for sex?
Because no one gave her a job?
Because she is a First Nations woman,
Adopted out of her family off the reservation,
Into a family that didn't know her culture,

So she ran,
Fell into the John's hands,
Who raped and abused her as she sold her body,
For fucking money,
Tell me you will love her then?
When she is crying because her soul has been broken,
She has been failed by the system in so many ways,

This is a choice,
Because the gun has been directed towards us,
This is a choice,
Because poverty is real for us,
This is a choice,
Because my spirit has been broken when no one listened to me,
This is a choice,
Because I believe this is the best choice for me,
This is a choice,
Because we don't need to explain any further.