Am I not just a woman without thought?

Is that why people try to choose my rights?

Can I not speak for myself? Surely not.

Would it kill them if I did? Surely might.

Do they know my body better than me?

The frat boys with the signs would say that’s so.

The old men up top would have to agree. 

We can all hear it on the radio.

Who are we to choose what happens to us?

That has never been an option before.

Oh, but don’t forget in God’s name we trust.

Only trust the old men even more. 

But they do tell me I am a pretty one.

And if I fought would I be any fun?