Based on the complete abortion ban mentioned in the Project 2025 Manifesto. Severely
limiting abortion access nationwide by reversing the FDA’s approval of mifepristone, a drug
used in medication abortion, and reviving a 19th-century law, the Comstock Act, to ban any
abortion medications, equipment, or materials from being sent through the U.S. Postal
Service. Source: ACLU.Org
Oh! yes they have plans for us
Oh! yes the one they have hammered
down to the last line
The Manifesto
word after word
line after line;
pages after pages,
mapping the curves of our bodies
silhouettes of our desires:
dipped in their thick black inks of subjugation.
Yes, they have plans for us
boxing all the mottled things
bejeweled with life plans, trinkets, and bling
underlining their adoration for us
their unfettered love, passion
their soft caring being.
Yes, they have plans for us
stripping bare our tongues
with hands tied at our backs
wombs scraped clean,
as pristine and demure as they want us to be
with their stories of success etched
in our spines for kingdoms to come.
Yes, they have plans for us
to carry the love of incest and rape in our womb
licking our wounds clean but never saying a word
bringing shunned love to our full breast
letting it down a bit,
warmly and gently nursing it every day
recounting the days like a horror story on reels.
Yes, they have plans for us
till our thick blood trickles down
murky lanes of a dark empty parking lot
for their sheer pleasure
a sluice of broken dreams and desires
carrying our strangled future.
Yes, they have plans for us
for guarding every inch, every iota of our existence
having a lien to our soul;
a perfect story of a mother with rounded bellies,
making it complete, making it whole.
Yes, they have plans for us
to get on our knees,
to say our prayer for exalted gods in heaven
to utter words of salvation and redemption
till the kingdom comes.
Yes, they have plans for us
to carry blood stories in our sacred womb
and not to utter a single word,
to hold the bitter truth on the edge of our teeth
while licking razor blades without spilling a word.
Yes, they have plans for us
freeing us from all this self-destruction
our simple minds can’t conceive
taking us to yet another hell
that they have brilliantly mapped out for us.
Megha Sood is an award-winning Asian-American author, poet, editor, and literary activist from New Jersey. Literary Partner with “Life in Quarantine”, at Stanford University. Her four poetry collections include the award-winning (My Body Lives Like a Threat, FlowerSong Press, 2022), (My Body is Not an Apology, FinishingLine Press, 2021), and ( Language of the Wound is Love, FlowerSong Press, 2025). She has received support from VONA, Pen Women, Dodge Foundation, Kundiman, and Martha’s Vineyard Writing Institute. Her 900+ works have been featured in print, online journals, public exhibits, and anthologies including the Poetry Society of New York, MS Magazine, NYPL, Pen Magazine by American Pen Women, PBS American Portrait, NPR, WNYC Studio, etc, and numerous universities including Stanford University, Howard University, George Mason, Columbia. Her poems and anthology The Medusa Project have been selected to be sent to the moon in 2025 as part of the historical LunarCodex Project in collaboration with NASA/SpaceX. Find her at https://linktr.ee/meghasood
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