Uncle Clarence, Stay Out of Our Panties
The sun shined brightly in my room as I awoke.
I reached for the remote to listen to the news as I prepared
For another day.
The words stumbled into my room, each punctuated by a
period;
Supreme. Court. Overturns. Roe -v-Wade.
I froze in place, then slowly turned toward the television.
Flashes of the 60s and 70s played in my mind.
Pictures of back-alley doctors with dirty instruments,
Altering women’s bodies forever.
Home remedies, doing more harm than good.
Young girls using hangers, causing irreparable damage.
Women hurling themselves down flights of stairs.
Suddenly, our reproductive rights are blowing in the wind.
Where are all the feminist groups?
Where are all the women of every color, race, and of all
ages?
Where are the protest signs and raised fists?
Where are the chants, “Uncle Clarence, stay out of our
panties!”
“STAY OUT OF OUR PANTIES, UNCLE CLARENCE!!!”
ⒸLDW
Poem Written By: Lyris D. Wallace
