You’re painting the town blue
Covering up facts like ugly blemishes
Blocking out red mouths and beating hearts
Leaving A B C D X and Y in the alphabet
Forgetting the names behind the letters
The stories behind the numbers
Forgetting that a boundary exists between personal prejudice
And the facts of human rights and human life.
You’re painting the city blue
With the tears of once excited mothers-to-be with fatal pregnancies
With the tears of scared young girls
Who dared to make a choice that would affect their life alone
With the tears of the thousands of women queuing in Dublin airport
Paying for a flight to Britain that they can’t afford.
Your paint is made of the tears of the abused
In a country obsessed with female sexuality.
Please don’t paint our country blue
Please do not force your biased beliefs onto me
Or my sister, my friends
Or any young woman in this country and the future daughters we may have.
Please do not say you are protecting a person’s human rights
While tarnishing all that human rights stands for
Please do not ignore our rights as the living.
Our right to life.
Our right to adequate healthcare.
Our right to privacy.
Our right to be free from inhumane treatment.
Please allow us to offer more to this world than our reproductive systems.
Stop painting our walls blue.
Stop silencing our screams with somethings as mild as the colour blue
Stop censoring what the people of Ireland are asking for,
What the women are dying for.
You failed the pregnant women of this country before
When you criminalised our sexuality, locked us up
And you sold or buried our children in septic tanks.
Stop pretending you don’t see us when you’re purposely standing with your backs to us
Stop forcing women to bring children into this world
When you ignore the needs of the children who are already here.
So put down your paintbrushes and let that heart breathe.
Let us breathe.
Let us choose.