Well probably something along the lines of pointing out the fact that capitalism is the reason poverty exists, and that the vast majority of people who “escape” poverty under capitalism ‘escape’ into a lifetime of soul destroying, alienated labour which debilitates them physically and mentally. The tiny number of people who go from poverty to riches are an irrelevant anomaly when compared to the great mass of subjugated humanity who will never have the opportunity to experience the same luck.
I think behind these arguments is usually the presupposition that merely not living in poverty should be enough for working class people - that the bare minimum needed for us to reproduce our labour power fresh for exploitation on a daily basis should be the limit of our aspirations… and even more laughably, that we should actually thank them for it.
Capitalism raises people out of poverty so that they can squeeze more value out of their labour, and for no other reason. the farmer also provides his livestock with grass, food and shelter..
SEE THE THING IS, he said, BIG GIRLS LEAVE MORE SPACE FOR ME TO GRAB AHOLD OF
i’m not your handlebars
SEE THE THING IS, she said, BIG GIRLS ARE BETTER THAN SKINNY ONES BECAUSE MEN DON’T LIKE BONES
other girls are not graveyards
SEE THE THING IS
a baby girl isn’t beautiful because somebody is gonna hold her
i mean we all wanna be loved but i want her to
a baby girl isn’t beautiful because a man’s fingertips can dig
bruises into her hips, she’s beautiful because
she just is
in nature we don’t say a flower is beautiful
when somebody wants to pick it
in fact we say that nature’s beauty is at the height of purity
when it would destroy you to even touch it
SEE THE THING IS
i would rather be an ocean of danger and deep black and
thick mermaid thighs rather than
a body you want to cruise across
i would rather be the night sky and crush ribs with a suffocating sense that we are all small and purposeless
rather than a landscape of freckles someone happens to think
are akin to constellations
i would rather be storms and lightning and a bright sun rising, i
would rather make you quake in your boots than get your heart
i would rather be beautiful like a cold spring stream:
not beautiful because you said so
but beautiful because
i am me.