Postpartum Depression Is Your Fault

She gave birth to a child
And a mother was born
Or that’s what she believed
Little did she know
She had to be its everything
Father was just a title, you see

Wait, I’m being too harsh
He plays with her everyday
And babysits on occasion
Surely those moments count
When he takes some responsibility?

Hell no, it took two to make that baby
Both must raise it equally
Why then should she be always on call
While he is by and large carefree?

If only new moms got more support
They’d be less prone to PPD

This poem was inspired by the following article: ‘Tired’ mom kills 2-month-old, dumps body in manhole