Screw The Government If You Want To But It Should Be A Choice

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The attack on women’s rights has been increasing instead of decreasing as the years pass. You would think that the more educated we become as a society the more we would understand that what a woman or any person does with their own body should be up to that person. Birth control, abortion, sex changes, and who we screw should totally be up to us. Increasingly it is not.

Women’s Rights has been a target of ridicule for many years now. Dating back to the 1800’s women were treated as mere posessions to be controlled by their posessors. From birth, they were the property of their fathers, until which time that they were purchased for marriage by their suitors. Once the transaction was completed they indefinitely became the property of their lawful husbands, at least until death did they depart. There was no place in society for women, much less for them to have right. Lately i’m feeling like we’re in 1814 instead of 2014.

Having an abortion or not having an abortion is a hard enough choice. Most women who make this decision do not enter in to it lightly and to have the options decreased or to deny access to safe abortions is preposterous especially since proponents of abortion are also the same people voting to decrease fair housing assistance, welfare, daycare assistance, and equal pay.  It was not too long ago when women were dying in back alleys from going to illegal, unsanitary places to have abortions. To do all of these things at the same time doesn’t even make logical sense.  “No you can’t have an abortion but if you can’t afford to take care of the child that’s your own problem.” *confused face*

Even if all of these things were available freely women should be able to make decisions for their own bodies. No matter the reason. Being raped does not trump being in college, being poor, being too busy, or just not wanting children as a reason to not have a child. Also it is not our business if someone uses state funded programs to pay for an abortion. Please don’t justify your nosiness with this excuse.

No one deserves to be forced to explain the reasons behind doing something that directly effects them and their body. It is their body and being that they own it they should be respected to do what they want with it. In the words of some fabulous black lady on the internet if I wanted the government in my womb I would fuck a senator. Actually I’d do Michelle but whatever floats your boat and all that jazz.Unknown

RECAP:

Sitting outside of an abortion clinic and yelling your religious beliefs or trying to make someone feel bad about having an abortion is horrible.  Sitting outside of an abortion clinic dressed in white with a red clothe over your mouth is horrible. Throwing objects on someone outside of an abortion clinic is despicable.Firstly don’t you have something to do with your day that directly impacts you? You have no idea how that woman came to that decision, the effects that the decision have on her, or what is happening in her daily life. And you don’t deserve to. It’s not your business. It’s not the government’s business. It is the person who is pregnant’s business. So mind your’n.

Poetry and Other Such Things

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To my Uncle Otis who taught me that broken and repaired things are stronger than the original

I see you
Notice the way you managed to make a way out of nothing
Allowed this country to tear you in two
punch rocket holes in your soul and still manage to avoid being another man standing on the corner begging for dollars with “Help a veteran signs”
Can’t imagine that this was easy
Not easy like raising another’s child
Not easy like trying to steer black boys straight when the world is crooked
Not easy like burying someone you’d put your all in to while expecting them to out live you
Not easy like repeating the cycle
I see you 10487444_261613754027876_7712151747494812132_n
And I wonder if it’s hard for you
Harder than the trauma that exploded your torso
Harder than returning to a country who begged for your representation
While never planning to represent you
I see you like I saw you then
The first time I realized that this country is built on the backs of the souls of those broken and repaired
The first time I realized that the strongest souls are those who were once broken and are now repaired
3/22/14 ADJP

Brownish Green Female Sheep

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Brownish Green Female Sheep

We had a game

A way to say I love you without actually saying it first

It required intelligence and imagination and I loved it

Brownish Green Female Sheep

One Four Three

Ti amo

Te quiero

Yo quiero tu

Aloha wau ia oi

We wrote these sayings on notepads and on the back of envelopes

And advanced to writing it on the backs of wrists, the insides of lifts, and the undersides of hearts

used tongues, fingers, and even hot wax

To express desires that we were too scared to say aloud

Assuming that once we did the magic would dissipate

I wish we’d stuck to that word game

After that I Love You can’t feel the same

I’m a real nurse contrary to my own beliefs

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The first time you have to do CPR in your neighborhood grocery store life becomes really real. You won’t throw up even do you want to, CPR is like riding a bike (you got this), that feeling between your legs needs to be addressed immediately after you pass the patient over to the paramedics even though you took care of that at home, and you should probably take some Motrin ASAP chest compressions make your uterus cramp. Also the paramedics are so much nicer to sweaty nurses wearing short dresses.

Hate is a strong word but sometimes it’s true.

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When I was a child either my siblings or I decided that it was a smart idea to yell that we hated each other. In my house. With my parents. Particularly my father. You just didn’t do those things and get away with it. In our defense I don’t think that we had the same definition of hate that my father had.

hate

[heyt]
verb (used with object), hated, hating.
1.

to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for orextreme hostility toward; detest:

to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.
2.

to be unwilling; dislike:

I hate to do it.
verb (used without object), hated, hating.
3.

to feel intense dislike, or extreme aversion or hostility.
noun
4.

intense dislike; extreme aversion or hostility.
5.

the object of extreme aversion or hostility.
6.
to want someone to die
my father’s definition
As an adult I’m pretty sure that his definition is incorrect or a bit dramatic, as was the whooping that we received, and the subsequent punishment in which we had to hug each other until we loved each other… but here’s a list of things that I do hate:
*Racism
*Sexism
*Classism
*Rape
*Feeling Unappreciated
*When people blame children’s behaviors on parent’s. (It’s not always the parent’s fault)
*Ungrateful people
*Cheesecake
*The ease which white men accomplish things that other people strive for years to accomplish.
*The fact that I kinda feel the need to explain the previous entry. I won’t.
*Loud women
*Know it alls
*Parent’s who smoke in the same spaces as their children.
*Wet socks
*When people tell me to smile
*Journalists who don’t fact check
*Rude customer service workers
*Gay people who shop at Chick Fil A
*Any disenfranchised person who patronizes places that strive to further disenfranchise them.
*How it’s acceptable to stand in line for iPhones and not for Jordans
*My handwriting
*The fact that people are still trying to ban books in 2014
*Hangnails
*Homophobes and last but not least beer.

Authentically Adrien

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While trying to figure out a name for my blog, I sit down with a pen and a paper and create a list of any name that comes to mind.

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I write down Authentically Adrien and it feels good but I’ve decided on a plan and stopping at the first name that feels right is not a part of that plan. So I plod out to the living room with my completed list and pass it to AB (I’m sure you will learn more about her as the days go on but let’s just say that she wears multiple hats including managing the artist who is Adrien), of course she reads the list quickly and sticks the notepad back in my lap. “I like Authentically Adrien”. So there you have it folks. Welcome to my World.