Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

What to do, Mr. Congressmen,
about your sudden entrance
into our bedrooms?
Do you like it here?
Would you like a chair
as you legislate away
our private decisions
about when to have our children
and how many children to have?

What to do, Mrs. State Senator,
- you who espouse
less government control?
Aren't we being responsible
by using birth control?
Who will be responsible
for 25,000 more babies
born yearly into poverty
in Texas alone?
Will you create laws to support them?

Were you born in poverty,
Mr. Senator?
Bright, few and lucky
escape poverties prison.
Bright, few and lucky.

Women unite!
It's time to close our legs ladies! -
There's a Senator in our bedrooms! -
Close them tight, we have the right
to protect our bodies, our lives.
Women unite!
Limit our access to birth control?
No more passion honey,
our skirts, we're keeping on.
Kisses, we turn away,
kisses, many of us, adore.

No.  No free access to birth control.
No.  No yearly health care visits.
Eradicate all Planned Parenthood clinics.
Mr. Small Hearted Senator commands
sitting in our bedroom chair.
No - not for our poorest of our poor,
our struggling single mothers,
our disabled, our young women. 
Mr. Short Sighted Senator
cares less about our babies
after they are born -
perhaps even one day
he will hate and fear them.
Their ongoing care
he washes his hands of.
His "love" and "concern"
ends at our babies birth,
his closed mind, thin,
through misinterpretation.

Women unite!  
Time to close our legs ladies!
There's a Senator in our bedrooms!
Close them tight, we have the right
to protect our bodies, our lives,
our children born and unborn.
Women Unite!
Limit our access to birth control?
No more passion honey,
our skirts, we're keeping on.
Kisses, we turn away,
kisses, many of us, adore.

If a man wants love
a woman's nurturing, 
intimate, true love -
he must respect, 
support women, 
her sisters,
our liberties, 
our rights to determine 
our lives 
and he must 
care for and support our children,
already living.

May be the truth is,
Mr. Senator doesn't feel love
or caring anymore.
What he desires is...
Power.

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