Suspect

I was never looking
For more than this
I am just trying to figure out why
Give me time

To realize what I suspect

Panel of All White Males

Probably three of five people in your network identify with pro-life branding.  Look for them. They're the ones who continue to elect and appoint the people who push forward the agenda.  This is not some anomalous outlier to the trend of our political or religious landscape, this is and has been the landscape. 

There's a reason why you've been told to not speak about politics religion and abortion at the dinner table.  They rather you be seen and not heard, while they are heard without ever having to be seen...

...when her school defunds sex-ed
...when her birth control is more expensive, unsafe and taboo
...when her 'lover' abandons her
...when her 'parents' disown her
...when she's spat on for accepting social assistance
...when her friends vote to deny her social assistance
... when she very likely herself dies.

"Pro-life" has always evolved from the privilege of not having to face life. 

-Panel of All White Males

First

I didn't even realize I was still so young
Still a participant of love and joy
I thought I had seen it all
Thought I lived all my days

Seems now as though I'm living my first few

Whisper

I absolutely do not want to
Shout from the highest mountain
You're my little secret
I don't want anyone's eyes on what I have

So tonight again I whisper, thank you

Gone

Knowing I can't have you
Makes you all the more delicious
Many things are closer when they are far
Easier when they are hard

And here only after they have gone

Looking

I've seen you before
From many passenger seats
Unforgiving park benches
And every place I endured their verbal lashes

It was you I saw when I stopped looking back

Here

Muses agents and vehicles
That's who they were
Which I was ashamed to admit
Until they brought me here

Shouting back their farewells

Take

Don't take away peace
Nor my fire
Nor my dark nights
Not even my storm clouds

Take away my fear of them taking you away

Fashion

Stay with me
Play with me until summertime
Until warmer nights
Where we can be undressed but

This time in fashion

Jaanuary

At first sight
First touch
First taste I knew
What I likely will never forget

What I likely had never known prior

January

High Chairs,
Pinky Fingers
Golden Globes
Open Hearts

And a little fate was all it took

Meditation

Meditation is
Your ability to, on your own
Navigate the rocky shores
Of concentration

Letting the sea swallow ambition and fear

Cost

The last time I was here
The room was all black and cyan
Disoriented I prayed for daybreak
Even at its regular cost of trade

The known darkness for the unknown light

History

I've suddenly become interested in history
I want to know all your years
Your wars, conquests and triumphs
Your dark ages and renaissance

Everything that brought you to our revolution

Echoes

There was a ceiling
A limit to my love
Every night I howled to break it
Becoming deaf from the echoes

Fortunately you heard them too

Third

If we're being honest
At most you leave me
About a third of the bed
Although when you leave is when

It feels like I have only a third of my bed

Soles

Heaven sent
You absolutely could not
Have been sent by that place below
Where young dreams and old lovers

Appear as specs beneath our soles