Giving Birth - Poem by Jan Hauck
I force you out, I push in pain,
Sweating, screaming, the agony
Of joy, I look forward to you
But I am afraid I might not like you.
I remember your brothers and sisters,
And some I hated, some I love.
Sometimes I dropp new children into the world,
Three times a day, no matter how it hurts,
Then I start to rip off their limbs, replace them,
Like a modern Frankenstein,
Who hates what he has done, killing them again,
Building new children from the old and dead ones.
My family will never be complete,
I have hundreds of children, some I cannot remember,
Raising them to live without me or to die.
And I will not stop, it is my fate,
It's what I do best, giving birth like a sewer rat,
Over and over, whatever the cost.
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