Only male cicadas do the screaming.
It don’t hardly seem fair.
The boys out banging on their tymbals,
horny and hollering for the attention 
their maturation demands.
Puffed up and flying high but hollow inside,
drowning the night air and destroying peace
in a cacophony of competitive noise.
Female cicadas do not have complex calls.
They’re born to respond with a snap,

a crack and flick from wings that don’t sing.
Female cicadas can’t even scream.
It don’t hardly seem fair to me.