RAFT 1

(Chilean Couple Self-Reflective Poem on Lessons Learned)

My Right To Choose

Solemnly beside me she sits
She is the only one left
But at least she's by my side
Her face, tear stained
Shes been crying
Crying for her sons, whom we left behind
Crying for her food, of which there is little left
Crying for a job, to find which we plod on
Crying for her rights, of which she has few
Crying in anguish, because she challenged the man
And if you were to ask her of the lessons she's learned
Along this cracked and broken road of life
She would give you the same response as I:

My Right to Choose is worth dieing for