it was my last semester of college and it was his 3rd year. i was living in a dorm and i supported myself.

my parents were never able to contribute to my education, i worked all through school and i didn’t have the resources to bring a child into this world.

i wish i had the money to support a child, but the fact is our economic system leaves students poor and unsupported. it’s not just about the right to choose for me, it’s also about being supported if i wanted to have a child. it’s also about having access to resources for my child. it’s also about not having my child killed by a militarized and racist police force because my child is black, because i’m black and queer. it’s also about not having my story erased. if i wanted one i couldn’t have had, it was impossible. that is why it’s not just about choice for me it’s about justice. i wish the circumstances were different but i had to do what i could and i’m happy i had somewhat of a choice about that.