Not my uterus, still my fucking problem.
Not my blood on the hospital floor, still my fucking problem.
Not my body in the stirrups, cold metal and cold eyes, still my fucking problem. I don’t speak for women.
I speak to men like me.
To the ones who say “it’s complicated” while laws bite down like teeth.
To the ones who shrug, change the channel, and call it “politics.” If you’re quiet while they gut her rights, you’re part of the knife.
Say it again.
If you’re quiet while they gut her rights, you’re part of the knife.
If you look away when she’s begging the state for mercy, you’re part of the knife. You’re the hand on the handle when she’s forced to carry what’s killing her.
You’re the silence in the room when the doctor says, “we can’t help you yet.”
You’re the laugh in the group chat when someone calls her a murderer.
You’re the vote, the no‑show, the “both sides,” the “not my business.” Not my uterus, still my fucking problem.
Not my risk of dying, still my fucking problem.
Not my pregnancy from rape, still my fucking problem. I don’t need to know her whole story to know she deserves a choice.
I don’t need to see the paperwork to know the state doesn’t own her.
I don’t need to be her to know she’s a human being, not a battleground. Men, stop acting like the knife is floating in the air by itself.
It’s our fathers’ laws, our friends’ jokes, our pastors’ sermons, our quiet.
Every “I don’t wanna get into it” is another cut.
Every “I’m pro‑life but…” is another twist of the blade. If you’re quiet while they gut her rights, you’re part of the knife.
Say it until it rots in your teeth.
If you’re quiet while they gut her rights, you’re part of the knife. Not my uterus, still my fucking problem.
So I open my mouth like a wound and don’t close it.
I lose friends over this and let them go.
I argue at dinner and don’t apologize.
I vote, and I don’t pretend it’s neutral. I’m a man. That’s exactly why this is mine to fight.
Because men built the knife.
Because men pass it down.
Because men can put it down. Not my uterus, still my fucking problem.
Not my pain, still my fucking problem.
Not my life on the line,
still my fucking problem,
still my fucking problem,
still my fucking problem.
