I see you, woman. I can see what you're doing. What you're conspiring. What you really think.
I see the way you look at your son. And how you look at me.
I know that look well. It's hatred. Revulsion. Anger, pride, regret. That's the reason why you ejected me into nowhere.
That's the reason why you coddle your daughters and neglect your son.
I see you, every day, spoiling them. Taking them shopping. Buying them gifts. Sacrificing limbs to make their lives easier.
I see you, every day, abusing your son. Confining him to his room, telling him he is a failure, useless, that he should have been born female. Forcing him to do hard work at such a young and innocent age when he can't even figure out what's wrong with himself.
I see your daughters, and what they're like. 13 years old and they spend 18 hours a day either texting or IMing other girls about sex, drugs.
I watched them grow. I listen to them talk. I observe them mindlessly babble on about how great fucking those 8 boys yesterday were. I watch them talk and chatter endlessly about how they'll marry a rich man as soon as they can so they can go shopping and get their nails done until they die.
I watch her sneak out at midnight and come home at 5, shitfaced drunk and walking bowlegged.
I see their intelligence. Or rather, lack of it. Incapable of the most basic English and their own native languages. Incapable of the most basic arithmetic and logic and morality.
I see your only son as well. I listen to him talk about his ambitions. He wants to be a lawyer, a doctor, a fireman, to help the world be a better place at the cost of his own enjoyment.
I watch him read fantasy books into the night and watch him dream of other worlds. I listen to his endless questions of life and its purpose. I watch him struggle to understand what he endures from his family.
I watch him fight an uphill battle to learn and learn. Not for the empty purpose of impressing, but for true enlightenment.
I cast my field of view farther out.
And I see the same hatred in every other females' eyes. The kind of hatred that starts wars, that leaves people dead in alleys.
And I see every other mother doing this to their children. Sometimes unconsciously, sometimes consciously. But there's no regret in it. You take joy, immense pleasure because there is nothing we can do. You giggle and laugh and chuckle at their misery and use it to feed your own ego.
I used to see the same kind of look in my own mother's eyes when I was with her. Her resentment that I couldn't be her perfect daughter she could actually love. The ironic disappointment I turned out to be.
Whenever I walk in the streets and pass you driving in a car at an intersection, I see the same look. The look that says, "I can press the gas pedal and I could run him over and nobody would care and I would enjoy it".
I see that twitch in your arms every time I walk into a kitchen and you are holding a knife. The temptation to stab me and watch my life's blood pour out in a fountain while you laugh.
Every opportunity to cast your arrogant, self righteous, view in my direction and spit and laugh at me.
It is my job to only observe; not to judge.
And tonight, I shed a single tear for someone other than myself. For everyone that has, and will, suffer for all their life based on a coin toss they never got to choose.
But most of all, for every woman for becoming truly so deluded as to bring humanity to this.
