Right to Life

I haven’t painted figures in a while. More over, I haven’t used oils as medium for a long time now. But after reading this poem, the one you find below, this painting painted itself.

So.

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RIGHT TO LIFE ~ BY MARGE PIERCY

A woman is not a basket you place
your buns in to keep them warm. Not a brood
hen you can slip duck eggs under.
Not the purse holding the coins of your
descendants till you spend them in wars.
Not a bank where your genes gather interest
and interesting mutations in the tainted
rain, any more than you are.

I will choose what enters me, what becomes
of my flesh. Without choice, no politics,
no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield,
not your uranium mine, not your calf
for fattening, not your cow for milking.
You may not use me as your factory.
Priests and legislators do not hold shares
in my womb or my mind.
This is my body. If I give it to you
I want it back. My life
is a non-negotiable demand.

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6 thoughts on “Right to Life

  1. Dear Meenal,

    Very poignant poem and your painting speaks volumes; excellent and the colours are very uplifting despite the melancholic and hard-hitting subject area- gives hope.

    Miss you. Hx

    • Thanks so much & miss you soooo much, Helen. Miss our talks A LOT. Btw, I may see you in August after all!! So excited. Wait for my email 🙂 xxxx

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