Why does birthing feel like dying?
Pain so intense you think it’s pleasure
Part of the lie that this will be Great
As if suffering begins happiness

Sex can look and smell like combat
Birth its own successor’s battle
Sex and lust end in blood and crusts
Such a short space to go a long way

Then the tourist from another planet arrives
Amazed even more than you
How this giant beetle in a bottle
Dedicated to kicking you through every sleep
Driving you to hunger, exhaustion and insanity
Has pushed out whole
No parasite after all
A creature so needy, demands so incessant
You must love her to death just to survive

That’s why it’s called labor
A lifetime job of unpaid work
If males could enjoy just one solid hour
Feminism would triumph
Not that they’d ever admit it

So why did I go through this hell?
No birth = no people
Without us, men,  you’re nothing
Often, even with us