I Will Choose I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium mine, not your calf for fattening, not your cow for milking. You may not use me as your factory. Priests and legislators do not hold shares in my womb or in my mind. This is my body. If I give it to you, I want it back. My life is a non-negotiable demand.
What Can We Do Now
yes this is one of my favorite Marge Piercy poems—- and now more relevant than ever!!
Thank you Esther Cohen.
Just what we needed this morning and every morning!
THANK YOU ESTHER- CAN I SHARE THIS?