I am weary of what’s behind bold headlines that press their cold limp rhetoric between women’s legs, inside women’s minds. There are no dark secrets we women keep (well maybe there are a few). Life lives in and through our creviced charm, and there are no words, legislation, or debate that can change the brilliant mystery ringing in our wombs. Yes, we can cultivate life inside of our bodies if we choose, but if we don’t, we can choose with or without social orders and legislation. The colors of those choices are ours to paint; the pain and vivid maroon are ours to bear. Oh voices behind the headlines, I wish we could let you borrow our paint palette for just one month, you would see the lines are not black and white.
As women, we can utter ourselves timing, patience, practice, or reservation. Oh politics, don’t you think those that can carry life (whether they do or not) in their bellies have sense enough to color inside or outside their own lines, speak for themselves, do what is best for their health in love and in logic?
I wonder about those dark suits and even darker tendencies inside smoke-filled offices worried about writing women’s narratives, their destinies, their choices, their health. Creating life is a mystery isn’t it? As women, we too are in reverence of the ability, the responsibility—which is why we can and should choose throughout our lives our own narratives without legislation, pen, or debate. If there are concerns for women’s natural abilities to create faces, love, and languages, or better yet, discussion and action on women’s health, I would then ask you voices beyond the magnificent headlines, what are your quotes, dark suits, and letterpress to contribute to that discussion, action, and creation—love, resources, time, or just chatter?