My Son Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

9 moon falls of agonizing pain
Swollen feet
Hormonal imbalance
Weird eating norms
I craved for roasted groundnuts
All caused by an unseen human
The itching of my breasts
It was the pituitary factory of the bonding alcohol
Oxytocin
The long nights of not wanting to slumber
How I hated your father momentously
With a passion
You will never know how the labour room feels like
A place with both the smell of life and death
5 hours on excruciating labour pains
As I yearned to have you in my arms
All for you to come out looking like your father