Teacher Abortion Poems

Sex and Grades

Teachers in my time 
taught math, and science and history. 
We never cared if they were single, 
or married or divorced. 
It never...

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Letters

I write you all the time. 
I don't mail them... 
my letters, my words... anymore. 
They came back for a while, 
so I stopped. 
I...

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The Cape

Superheroes, 
moms, dads, and those that we love, 
and we can not see... are flawed. 
They try hard to hide, their inequities... 
in order...

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Recycled

I have gone through many storms. 
Some I thought would capsize the boat, 
and drown both me, 
and my beloved children.
At the first sign of...

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Speech

Free speech, 
is the power of one person, 
to say, anything they like, 
to have an opinion, 
and to have it heard, 
even if it...

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What would a womb swell
And things suddenly cease to be well…
A life whose mother didn‘t guess
Would her tummy access:
The very last thing by her expected
And...

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Cautious adjudication, the gravitas of soft-spoken word.
Your legendary legacy, illustrious and exalted.
Advocate for gender justice, legal insights not always heard.
Yet, your jurisprudence was seldom persuasively...

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I confess I was surprised to make POTD
That may have been at the start
Of this year, rhymes with PLENTY, 20202
No poem, 'twas, encountering abortion, guilty...

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You came into my life before I was born.
You carried me with love at least for one night and one morn.
You taught me how to...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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A Wedding Day

Cleaning the church is a privilege. 
I go every Saturday, humbly to serve. 
It is not a boast, it is small gratitude paid,...

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