Ovulation

It's like an egg.
A hard, round shell
With an in-side and an out-side,
And whichever side is the in-side or the out-side
Is up to you.
To get from one side to the other
You have to break the shell.
But if you break it,
You won't be able to see it anymore,
Except in pieces of shell and yolk and white and embryo.
And if you break it,
The in-side and the out-side
Become the same side,
And you can see that there are no two places after all,
Just a egg.

Man, listen:
It holds it all together,
But it doesn't change what it is.

See, you began inside,
Nourished by the mother,
Brooded by warm breast,
Growing strong,
Like a bull.
But the shell was a real pain in the ass,
And as your heart grew and pumped blood,
And as your spine grew long and strong,
And as your legs grew restless
Because they grew larger than the space inside,
The shell cracked,
And we all celebrated because you left the egg,
And no one murmured, "Mind the shell."

Girl, listen:
Inside is a safe place to live,
But it is a safe place to die, too.