It’s happening again. In Texas and Louisiana, state politicians are discussing the ugly old aunt of the “pro-choice” conundrum: paying women receiving welfare benefits to get sterilized.

Normally, this is yet another ploy by white folks to reduce the number of brown babies running about, and as such, makes me want to spit to rinse the words I just typed off of my fingers.

But this time, I thought to my li’l ol’ self…. geez, I’ve been trying to suggest for years that someone tie my tubes off so I can stop taking these damn pills every day. Doctors always mumble something incoherent about my insurance and maybe an IUD instead*, before writing me another prescription for birth control pills. Clearly all I needed to do in the first place was to lose my job, move to Texas, and go on welfare to receive the medical treatment I keep asking for.

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*Don’t get me wrong, my GYN is the awesomest doctor I’ve ever seen. It makes me sad sometimes that all she has to do to be made of awesome in the current medical world is to simply READ my chart before walking into the room and ask me something that proves that she remembers who I am.