From My Brain to Yours

I'm writing a story - will you write it for me? I've written too many of years long ago. Please, give me a secret - like tea I will steep it I'll give it right back with a lid on, to go. I'm taking a break and I'm baking a cake I'm planting my secrets, I hope they will grow. The leaves are all falling and I hear you calling my name with your voice like a ball that you throw You're running and skipping, I watch as I'm slipping away from the time and the places I know. We climb up the trees and I'm feeling the breeze and you struggle, the tree's got ahold of your toe. Then later at dinner, we say I'm the winner but winning and losing give off the same glow. To adventure together in good or bad weather 's a dream, like a time when the river would flow. So tell me your story, as you sit before me -  Your secrets and mine have a long way to go.

It's fairly obvious that there's a lot of hypocrisy surrounding the "my body, my choice" rhetoric that is so often thrown around these days. Now, ostensibly anyone throwing around such an argument would be hypocritical to pick and choose what this applies to. The most obvious example of this is the appropriation of this slogan by right-wingers to apply to mask mandates; "my body, my choice" means I don't have to wear a mask in public. These right-wingers, of course, are the same people who are zealously cranking out anti-abortion legislation in Republican-controlled states. The irony stings as many people across the country now fear for their health, safety, and well-being as Republicans strip them of their bodily autonomy. As someone on the opposite end of the political spectrum from the anti-mask, anti-choice faction, I must be able to back up my stance as pro-mask and pro-choice, while reconciling my belief in the "my body, my choice" slogan...