I’m
an American.
I’m
a thirteen-year-old American.
I’m
a thirteen year old, pro-choice American.
On
the fortieth anniversary of Roe v Wade, I decided that a thirteen year old’s
blog should go right next to the people who have had abortions, are of voting
age, and actually have NARAL bumper stickers on their car.
Because
I share the same story as everyone.
We’ve
all been called “killer”, “baby killer”, and have had people keep their
distance from us. Self-loving, authoritarian people have told us that we should
change our opinion, because apparently, we’re “wrong thinking people,”(a 32
year old man told me that).
These
people would have been better off without Roe v Wade; in fact, I have friends
that are mourning today. But truthfully, America wouldn’t be better off.
Picture
a dark, dreary world, where mothers die while hooked on the IV, because they
actually needed that abortion to continue
with their lives. Where women have to go to an unsanitary abortion clinic, and
have an inexperienced surgeon literally cut her body into pieces (sorry for the
graphic). Where my hard working sisters, aunts, and daughters have to worry
about actually getting food more than paying for expensive contraceptives.
As
for those male politicians who are pro-life, and working day and night to make
sure Roe v Wade doesn’t have a 41st anniversary, my message to you
is, “You are never going to have go through an abortion, you are never going to
need to even think of it.”
Your
wife might.
And
if you overturn Roe v Wade, she will probably never look at you the same ever
again.
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I
really don’t consider religion to be a reason about why someone takes a side in
this dispute. I’ve had a friend who was a devout pro-choice child stuck in the
middle of a Catholic school. Even her teachers bullied her every single day,
but she stood up for her cause, our cause.
I’ve
had another Catholic friend who said that there was a pregnant senior who
committed suicide just because her talking about an abortion made
every single person harass her to the point where she couldn’t live anymore.
So,
my dear NARAL friends, let’s keep being the boss of our own body, and hopefully
the government will never take that “privilege” away from us. I hope that next
year I can smile when I find out that it’s the 41st anniversary of
Roe v Wade. Continue to put up NARAL bumper stickers (I’m in the process of
getting mine), and continue to stand up for what you believe in, what we
believe in. Our voices will always be heard, no matter how soft we
whisper, no matter how loud we shout, as long as we are together as one.
