With the decision of Rove v. Wade I am sure that women all around the globe have been triggered in some way. I know for a fact that some woman has been reminded once again that someone…anyone can take their essence away. We have been reminded that we aren’t understood, and that most if not all of the U.S refuse to understand us…let alone listen.
For the past few days, I have grieved for the woman who feels judged for any decision she has made regarding her own body. I grieve that we as women in 2022 have been set back, and that the efforts of black, white, rich, and underserved women have fought to be heard…and now those voices have been silent once again. I know for a fact that several women in my family, and community feel the same. How can this be?
After years of not trying but PROVING everyone wrong when it comes to the heart of a woman. When I think of the journey of our ancestors; I am saddened that in a “progressive land of the free” that women have been silenced. Not just women in particular, but black women…women of color…women who are the direct decedents of slaves….and mothers, wives, and roles of teachers and midwives who weren’t allowed to show themselves. I once again grieve for them. Unfortunately, it is not grief that comes from the past tense….Lord help us. Once again I do not feel protected, I do not feel heard all the time it feels like….and I feel less than despite me doing the work. Despite me putting the effort in healing myself. Not only for me, but my brown baby girls.
So, plan C….
I knew that once I graduated from Auburn University; traveled to start my degree, went through the professional learning curve, and i still survived. I thought that despite the sexual assault and stalking of my perp that I was well on my way completing plan A. I just knew that once I truly started over in Atlanta, reignited my career, made peace with my mental illness and get married i would maintain my Plan A and I believed that I was well on my way. Once I moved to Atlanta, survived a failed engagement and a dead end rekindled relationship; I knew that I was still on track to complete Plan B…..boy was I wrong!
At 28 years old, I was flying high. I had good friends who felt like I did….waiting. waiting on our big career break. Waiting on love… just waiting. We thrived in our sister relationships while we were broke; yet we ate, drank and enjoyed our “big city”. Then the making of plan C came upon me. I can remember the exact same day that it began. I was thriving and riding high on completing my first book. I couldn’t believe that I not only reached my dream, but I completed in. That entire month before, I celebrated by eating good food, and social drinking to my hearts content. I passed the State supervisor exam…and I drank to celebrate with my friends on a night out. I finally got promoted….and I drank and celebrated….finished my book and you guessed it…pre-gamed at my sorors house, danced on club row, and ended the night smashing food at Chine Buddha where we spilt the check 5 ways.
But on the day of shooting my book cover, I celebrated at brunch with champagne because bruh…I made it. Then I got dressed….did my hair and makeup …took a couple of test shots and I drank a mixed cocktail simply because I FELT pretty. Im lying I felt gorgeous. I usually felt smart…and pretty because that’s what everyone would tell me. But for once, I felt sexy all on my own. I felt accomplished, successful, vibrant, and like I was literally the SHIT for once, and so me and my friends on set celebrated. After a full day of “celebrating,” smiling till my face hurt, and dancing outside of Atlanta university center. And then the photoshoot was over.
I was once again alone in my little apartment on Beaver Ruin Road. While I was coming down from my celebratory high; I was reminded that I my situationship (that I thought was going to become a relationship) had come to an end with a guy I REALLY liked. Then I got a text that would change my life.
One of my good buddies from Auburn asked me out to a party…. because I didn’t want this dope ass night to end; I excitedly asked for the address. I immediately called my soror who was my best friend…my family at the time. She agreed to go with me, and off we went. I arrived at the party and was immediately unimpressed until I was approached by a guy. He didn’t seem like the rest, and before I knew it we were outside looking at the sky bearing our souls to each other…I am sure the alcohol influenced this. A couple hours later, I had my first and ONLY one sorta kinda nightstand. Mmmkay I will call it what it is….I decided to share my body with someone who I didn’t properly vet, a person who I drunkenly trusted, and I operated on lust. I admit my part in that day, and I continue to beat myself over my bad decision. During my decision, I inquired about protection and was told…that he didn’t have any. Well, I felt the devil is a lie, and promptly escorted him to a spot to go get one. Fast forward, we went on two dates, and because I was sober; I knew we weren’t a good fit. We parted ways as friends, and I moved on with my life.
Little did I know that I had been violated once again. Fast forward to me finding out I was pregnant, I was in denial. After all, I was with him when he bought protection, and I saw him put it on. I know that protection isn’t 100%, but I just couldn’t understand. I notified him and in the same breath he admitted he took it off, and then DEMANDED that I abort. I don’t judge others who make their OWN decisions with their bodies, but I felt cheated. I felt violated and robbed of my Plan B. In that moment where he was DEMANDING me to abort, I made my OWN decision to take plan C.
A plan I didn’t prepare for the first time in my life. A plan that I welcomed, but felt ashamed of, and a plan that ultimately, I knew was my destiny. On my own, I immediately decided it would be ME and HER (I always knew it would be a girl). I refused to be swayed, even though I was in a predicament beyond my will. I had to make short term peace knowing that I stood by MY CHOICE. I could have gone the other route, and to be honest I would have been justified. I could have chosen to rid myself of this violation and I would have accepted it, but overall, it was MY choice. Even though he would call…and send text demanding that I wouldn’t maintain the pregnancy, but my mind was made up. I was gonna keep my baby; even if it meant I would do it alone. After all, God had opened up the door for Plan C.
Even now, I struggle with my decision that I put myself in the situation to begin with. I struggle with the fact that I was all over the place and put myself in the position to be taken advantage of. I know…I know….that doesn’t help, but I am in therapy to not only to learn how to cope with the violation, but know that it wasn’t and ISNT my fault.
So you see, I have always been and ever driven by a woman’s choice. It’s her God given right! I have many family, friends, sorors, and acquaintances who chose their own solution. And you know what? I was and is ALWAYS supportive. I know that it is the woman ultimately that has to live with her choice; so why is it being taken away in 2022?
I can go on and on and feel unheard like so many other women and allies. I know that one day my daughter will learn the deep details about her conception; even though we have had age-appropriate talks that she has inquired about. And you know what, she has said recently over a cup of tea, “I’m sorry that happened to you.” I kid you not, In her eight-year-old mind she asked, “Why didn’t he stay even though you were gonna have a baby?”
I had to dig deep, humble myself, tuck my tears down, and answer her question, “baby, I don’t know, but God brought us to Daddy.” How can it be that an 8 year old child in generation “LMNOP” have the guile and understanding to say, “I am sorry this happened to you.”
In the end, I am so sorry to all of the women who are able to bear life that this is happening to you. I am so sorry that you feel unheard, ignored, and deprived of your autonomy over your body. I am sorry that my baby girls… all baby girls will have to learn about this in their history books. Hopefully, by the time that Erilyn and Eriane learn about this foolery in history that this will all be sorted out, that the white men, lone uncle Tom and ignorant FEMALE will once again uphold the rightful decision. I pray that I will not only continue to prepare my babies for their future, but let them know that plans ABCD and Z will be beneficial, but most importantly they will be supported by mommy, daddy, and all the ppl who love them oh so much.
And for the record, I don’t regret my plan C….it led me to being Erika Pope.