Her gracious sweat seems wasted,
Named single, but waging against hundreds of men’s quakes.
Her face, after a long day,
Stressed and pale—
A perfect description of "I am tired of everything."

In dark times when responsibilities switch,
And pronouns exchange,
She becomes the husband,
And he, the wife who left,
Unable to handle his appointed duties.

A cold era, when she must automatically generate...