An Open Letter – by Kat Micari

Vessels, a black and white pen and ink illustration with nude pregnant woman in profile sitting next to cracked large vase, art from The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent by Kat Micari

An Open Letter

To Whom It May Concern:

I am not a cow
Nor a pig
Nor your slave.
I am not chattel.

My womb is my own.
I have felt the quicksilver movement
Of early life within.
Life I created with my partner.
Not you.
Life I nurtured, that I endured hardship for,
By my choice.

It is true that
Women are vessels
For unborn children.
But if something is wrong with a vessel
Or what is stored in the vessel,
What would you do?
If you had a clay pot with cracks in it,
Would you try to store water?
Or would you dump out the water
And patch the cracks
Before trying to use the pot again?
If you had grain stored in that same pot,
And it became moldy,
Would you keep the grain in that pot
Until it returned to dirt?
Or would you throw away the grain
And hope for a better harvest next time?
It is the same for woman and unborn child.

Yes, it is true that
Women are vessels built for bearing children.
But a woman also has free will
And the ability to judge if her body or mind is cracked,
Unable to be used for this purpose.

Again, it is true.
We women are vessels.
Our bodies are designed for carrying children.
And being mostly men, perhaps you don’t understand
The symbiotic nature of mother and unborn child,
The psychological and physical connections that
Manifest itself in strange and wonderful ways.
So you can’t know the torture of carrying a dead or broken child within.
You can’t even begin to empathize.
Why, then, would you think you can decide for us?
Force our bodies to your will?
Lock us away for the crime of being a woman?
Drive us to deeper and darker depths of our souls
In the name of your supposed Christian family values?

I understand that you are afraid,
That the world is shifting around you,
That light is being cast on all the lies you have built your life around.
I understand that you feel your power is slipping
Like sand through your fingers.
It is frightening to have the very core of your being
I understand, and I sympathize,
But I do not tolerate.
Your eyes WILL be opened by Truth.
Your worldview WILL change or you will be drowned in the rising tide.
You will NOT control my body or the bodies of my children.

I am a woman.
I am not a cow,
Nor a pig,
Nor a man.
I am stronger than all of these.
And we will prevail against you.

Image and poem from The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent 

Copyright 2013 Kat Micari

I really hate that this is still relevant in our society.