Breeding machine

Breeding machine

Evading your trickery of deception
I plant your waste for conception
Painful bleeding for a child's soul
Nine months of weaving our doll.

Bathed in the colour of red
Screaming stereo at end of my bed
Voices are three of concern
Holding as wife and woman to learn.

Taught instructions of theory technique
My body is swollen and weak
Parted we face each other confused
Push his hunger where I'm bruised.

He takes to me like a fish to water
His obedient master and servant porter
I give you space, time and voice
In return I obey grief, tears and choice.