Your Body, Your Choice

I stand beside, not in front,
A brother to your battle,
Watching men in marble halls
Play chess with your autonomy —
Not my body, not my rules to make,
Not my freedom they try to take.

I’ve seen my mother swallow fear,
My sisters navigate narrow spaces
Between other people’s expectations,
My daughters already learning
To apologize for existing —
And I say: No more.

Your body is not a battlefield
For religious wars,
Not a debate topic
For political scores,
Not a vessel for
Someone else’s morality.

I will not be the echo
Of ancient patriarchs,
Will not join the chorus
Of control and shame,
Will not stand silent
While they forge new chains.

Instead, I amplify your voice,
Guard space for your choices,
Challenge other men
Who think they have the right
To legislate your freedom,
To dictate your destiny.

Your body, your choice —
Three words so simple,
Yet still revolutionary
In a world that fears
The power of women
Standing sovereign.

I pledge to be the ally
Who listens more than speaks,
Who stands guard at clinic doors,
Who fights beside, not for,
Who knows this truth:
Your freedom strengthens all.

Let them call me traitor
To my gender’s ancient power —
I’d rather betray that throne of thorns
Than watch my sisters bleed
Upon its rusted spikes
Of dead men’s laws.

Your body, your choice —
Not a slogan but a promise,
Not a debate but a right,
Not a question but an answer
To centuries of control.
I stand with you.

For my mother,
For my sisters,
For my daughters,
For all women
Fighting to own themselves —
Your body, your choice.

Always.