i will never subject myself
to any god-damned man-made law
and its every flaw
i will fight tooth and claw

do you think a homely child of eleven
is saintly enough to think of heaven
when she's carrying her father's seed?

my mom made the right decision
when she made me have that abortion
it was the only sane thing she ever did

as the doctor stuck a curette up my crotch
my dad was drinking Scotch
my mom stared at her watch
wondering when this was going to be over
and he almost botched it up

i'd never be a mom
even if could
every woman should have that choice

i hate those anti-choice bastards
with their white picket fence lives
they don't care that when a girl is raped
a little girl dies
what's it to me that my embryo was killed?
am i supposed to feel guilty about that?
guilt is for sissies. i hail the death of guilt
it's just another hate-filled idea for control
of the gullible soul, as if guilt could
make things better. i've had enough of that.
it only makes you doubt
yourself

i don't want God as my rock
i've tried that and drugs
and therapy and self-talk
no one ever cared for me but me
and now i'm gonna marry
i just want a soft place to fall
for an emotional overhaul
and maybe finally come out
of my hardened shell
this holy hell: my psychic cloud
the fog of mom and dad

hail mary full of grace
i never felt the warmth of your mantle's embrace
if loving and being loved as i know it is wrong:
so long
i'll take my chances
i reap what i sow
which may not be much
but i prefer the devil i know
to the angels i don't