I will be neither man nor woman,
I will be just a human.
When the time comes for me to bear a son,
With concentration shall the work be done.
My medium then is flesh and blood,
And by God's mercy shall the work be good.

If all of women's life were spent with child,
How were Earth's people and her area reconciled?
Nor for my very pleasure will I vex
My whole long life away in things of sex,
As in those good Victorian days
When teeming women lived in stays.

We often find the moralist forgetting
Relation betwixt bearing and begetting.
What increase if all women should be chaste?
But it is good all women keep a natural waist,
For a strong people's love of child
With narrow hips can not be reconciled.

Show us the contract plain, that we may prove
If we are loved for children, or are loved for love.
Your children all our services compel,
But from love's charter do we now rebel.
If in our love you find such pleasure,
Pay us in freedom love's full measure.

We, vital women, are no more content
Bound, first to passion, then to sentiment.
Of you, the masters, slaves in our poor eyes
Who most are moved by women's tricks and lies,
We ask our freedom. In good sooth,
We only ask to know and speak the truth!