Murder is Silencing Half the World's Population

Murder is not an accident
It is premeditated, filled with cruel intent
Not a clumsy tumble down the stairs
Murder is not guilty until proven innocent
You are not jailed for being at the scene of the crime
Murder is not an error in judgment: it is malicious
It is not the innocent mess-up of forgetting to take your pill
Or using a condom that is defective
Murder is forcing women to use coat-hangers
Or to seek an unlicensed doctor in the back alleys
In order to rid themselves of something they never asked for
Murder is silencing the voices of coherent adults
Who have the right to vote
To work
To run for president
Murder is telling them that they do not have the right
To their own wombs
Due to out-of-context words written in an old book
And the bloody and destructive need to keep up traditions
Traditionally, murder can be an accident
When a woman goes to work, does sports, when she is pregnant
And has a miscarriage by accident
Traditionally, murder can be guilty until proven innocent
If the woman cannot prove that she did not murder her unborn pea
Traditionally, murder can be an error in judgment
If you forget your pill, it's your fault
If you have sex at all, it's your fault
If you get assaulted, it's your fault
Don't murder under any circumstance, even if the child you lay eyes on for the rest of your life will torture your soul, for every time you look at those eyes you will see the devil's
Traditionally, murder takes place in a woman's most intimate hiding-place
We care more about invisible murders than cold murder in the streets
Perhaps it is time to change this tradition

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