Hands Off

For this one, I’m adding a note here first for some context. I recently read an article about Trump suggesting “menstrual classes” for US women to help increase birth rates in America. Because you know…none of us seem to know how our bodies work. ๐Ÿ™„ The article was a little bit too Handsmaids Tale-ish to me, and so ludicrous that I simultaneously wanted to laugh and cry. The disgusting desire to control women’s health is just so disrespectful and alienating. I also can’t believe that it’s even happening to begin with. The ignorance and corruption. And at any rate, it also pissed me off, and so, of course, I wrote something in response to it. I wrote several stanzas, to be honest, but in the end, I only needed one.

The article, if you’re curious:

https://www.nytimes.com/2025/04/21/us/politics/trump-birthrate-proposals.html?smid=nytcore-android-share


I am thirty-six years old
I know what I need
I dont need a billionaire white man
telling me how to bleed

the new, new colossus

Give me your tired, your poor...

Oh, wait. I mean

Give me your old, entitled, white men, your billionaire businessmen, yearning for more money

They are the wretched refuse on our teeming shore

Send thee, only straight, white males, no persons of color, females, or transgender

The room has grown dark, and we’ve closed the door


๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’ 

AJM

February thoughts

the second week of February
hit me pretty hard
I’m low on serotonin
scraping ice off my car

the winter wind
is biting at my face
as we try to stay warm
to insulate our place

the heat bill is so high
we’ll have to sell a kidney
just to pay are rent
(I’m really not kidding)

then in world news
a president breaking laws
an ignorant population
who can’t see his flaws

I’m struggling to stay awake
’cause I don’t really sleep
to wake up from this nightmare
watch the promises he keeps

snow melts and freezes
the road goes black to white
I’m on the sofa sneezing
will anyone stand and fight?

Poem: Freedom and the 4th

I kept thinking yesterday was Saturday because I had the day off, but today IS Saturday and it is also the 4th, and to me, that means family, freedom and fireworks! Oh, and hotdogs. I make sure I consume at least one hotdog around this time of year. Usually at a cook out. With pasta salads. And watermelon. And cupcake desserts.

Source: deviantart.com

Source: deviantart.com

Anyway, we wouldn’t be here celebrating the 4th, if it weren’t for the brave soldiers many years ago, who made that dream a reality.

Free our troops

Really free them

Each sacrifice is sacred

Each life is special

Don’t forget the lives

Our soldiers give up, but

Mostly: Pray they come home

Pray they come home safe!

I am eternally grateful to the men and women in service and the sacrifices that they have made and continue to make on a daily basis. Without them, we would not be here to celebrate the freedom we so desperately love on this independence day. Thank you all!

Happy July 4th everyone! ๐Ÿ™‚