Choose life? Leave Roe alone. What kind of life would that be. That life someone else is forced to have to live because the loudest among us say so. We never talk about the person whose poverty will define them, and they are happily here because the loudest among us say so. Caste? Where are the media faces of the lower middle caste at the New York Times. Are we stupid. Where is the lone voice who says: “I am from this much-hated caste. The problem has to do with the lack of a voice that can articulate how we are supposed to want to be here, and anything less – treason.” Once here, you have to start working. Schools and cash. Money trail begins. What god. It’s always about capitalism and women’s bodies that the elders from the cave want to control. We supposedly need converts who can work for the very men who insist we actually live and work for the suits they procreate. Religion is effective when there are enough people to believe in it to the extent subjugated people give money to an institution that would control the female body, and rape their sons. The idea that identity is irrelevant, there are two people here – even if one of them looks like a swimming fish – that fish are not sacred except to the men who insist on paternalistic control just like they always have, and what does the fish want. In This Life of Pain, and inequality supported by law. Uterine terrorism. Can you imagine if men had children, and then had to stay home with them all day because that is how it works. Some men would take to the streets with crayon signs their babies made. How adorable. Can we now eulogize such men with pretty little words to describe them, the pretty little woman kind. Do any of these men who insist that the fish has rights, offer to help support the child they demand be born.

But no.