Unwanted Maternity

There was a battle of malice
between us in our separate
but intertwined worlds,
your world inside of me
in parasitic existence,
my world outside of you
with the freedom
you battle to acquire.

The violence to escape my habitation,
they all say you are the innocent
but you will be born bathed in my blood
with a battle cry and the constant
desire to suck me dry.

I resent your residency
inside of me though they say
that is heartless and cruel,
but I never asked to play
the role of your host.

So you rebel with the ability you have,
making me not myself,
trying to break me down,
demanding everything I have.

But I have my own devices,
I will not whelp you at my breast,
I will not look upon your face,
I will play the part of the Cuckoo
and deposit you in someone else’s nest.

Then we can be clear of each other,
we will have no further claims,
no debts between us,
no lingering bonds.