Why does birthing feel like dying?
Pain so intense you sense 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
Love and lust end in blood and sheets

Then the tourist from another planet arrives
Amazed even more than you
How this giant beetle in a bottle
Dedicated to kicking you every night
Driving you to hunger, exhaustion and insanity
Has pushed out whole
A creature with 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

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