Roe and Wade

Hands dripping clean of posion,
you laugh and i know you are toyin’ with my mind.
Do not come to me
those who “carry the cross” yet
proclaim to be
your neighbor.
I would be carrying for two or three
if it wasn’t for the law in my country
that took me out of slavery
from abusive men.

Author of the mental health memoir on addictive and maladaptive behaviors, “Misunderstood Insanity”.
Pen name is Nicho’lle but you guys can call me Lynsey. -for book purchase

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