I look in the mirror,
My face is stricken with sorrow,
Weary eyes, still red from crying,
I place my hand above my jeans,
And gaze at myself once more,
I do not recognize my reflection,
Gone is the girl who had no fears,
Gone is the girl who didn’t have to worry,
Instead, when I look at my reflection,
I see a woman,
A woman who has less reproductive rights than her mother had growing up,
Amy Coney Barret,
A woman who has less reproductive rights than her dog,
Samuel A. Jr,
I see a woman who is tired of fighting,
Brett Kavanaugh,
A woman that is afraid,
Neil M.,
I see a woman who will fight, even though she shouldn’t have to,
Clarence Thomas,
I see a woman who won’t stop fighting until her body belongs to her again,