Reproductive Equality
By Vernie Lynn DeMille
They tell me I will not be completely free
Until my womb can match a man in equality.
I should be free to find pleasure
And walk away,
Make promises with lies
And refuse to pay
The debt I leave for taking time,
Making something that people call love
With no emotion,
No protection,
No thought,
No notion
Of futures, people, or plans.
Just like a man.
I must have the right
To play then run
From what cannot now be undone
Without the cost of tears and pain,
I must not look back
Nor regret
Nor feel shame,
Nor wish for anything
Other than this:
That I can work
Or learn,
Or fight,
Or move
Without the burden
Of what passed for love.
Just like a man,
I should take what I want,
Run for my goal
With ruthless drive
Be focused, be fearless
But never whole.
For what fills my arms
Once made my belly round
And she was in my heart
Before hers made a sound.
And a man may walk away from this,
No umbilical cord to tie him down
And wrap him in bonds
Of blood and birth.
He can roam his fill
Climb peaks, sail seas,
Walk away from her,
Walk away from me.
But we remain.
And I cannot pretend
Though I’m told I should
That to be like a man
In this way is good.
To pick the worst of man’s weakness to define my goal
And call it equality?
To give up what is mine
And be like him,
Who can take his leave…
No, I refuse to believe that I will be free
Or equal
When I can also neglect,
Or treat with casualness
What I desire to protect.
This is the cost of what equality means,
That I give up my hopes, my wishes and dreams
For her.
In order to be
Like him.
Just like a man.
To color his barrier to success and wealth
With the threat of death.
To throw down his worst and call it my best.
To claim equal if I
Step down where he stands.
Beneath me where he lives,
Outside of Eden,
That lone, cold man.
And I hold this fruit
And I know this truth
We’ll never be equal if this is the price,
This life for a life.
Because I am stronger than a man
Who is afraid to stay.
I am bigger than a man
Who cannot make space
For new life to grow, to begin
To expand.
I am truly a woman,
And equal be damned,
If the cost is my becoming
Just like a man.
July 7, 2019