This is a poem by Jenny McBride.
When I volunteer at the clinic
It means standing outside as a buffer
Between patients and protesters
Between young women accompanied by mothers
And older men with their god’s image.
Book in my pocket, Frankenstein
Tells the tale of one abandoned
By its sickened creator
Shunned by humankind
Til its injury erupts into violence.
“Why did you bring me into this world?”
Would your mother
Have seen what I see
And thought of a better way
To break down the patriarchy?
Jenny McBride’s writing has appeared in Star 82 Review, The Rappahannock Review, Green Social Thought, Streetwise, Conclave, and other journals. She makes her home in the rain forest of southeast Alaska.