I am woman, hear me roar
in the throes of crisis pregnancy
in numbers too big to ignore.
Feeling hopeless, powerless, poor,
I cringe at the uncertainty.
I am woman—hear me roar?
The boyfriend stormed out the door
and I can’t rely on my family
in numbers too big to ignore.
The only choice? Restore
my body’s former integrity.
I am woman—hear me roar…
The sadness grips me more and more
as I near the abortion facility
in numbers too big to ignore.
My legs in the stirrups-- my blood on the floor—
the nurse still insists on my sovereignty.
I am woman! Hear me? (ROAR!)
(In numbers too big to ignore!)
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