“A man’s story is written with a pen. His destiny is an earned creation, flowing parallel with time, of his own will. “A woman’s life story begins at the end, born and bred with a pain inherent, a choice deprived, her womb an hourglass written in slipping sand falling under the gravity of society’s reproductive manifest destiny. A mandatory prescription. Forever she walks through it all, never reaching the end. A glorious illusion, never enough in the eyes of the world.
