I am on my period
unashamed I do declare
no whispered tones saying
“its that time of the month”
no hush hushing this rush of blood
from my vagina
or hiding behind useless euphemisms
to sanitise for your sake
what is happening to my body
and, oh, let me tell you what’s happening
my womb is cramping my style
tomb to unfertilised egg
surprised and bloated body
creates powder keg of emotions
all because I didn’t get pregnant this month
(and will never)
my coil spoiling chances for uterus
currently making me feel far from cute-r-us
to fulfill destiny
and so, to hot water bottle i turn
clamped to dull ache of lower abdomen
only thing keeping me from throttling someone
don’t tell me I’m ovary-acting
PMS now stands for Permanent Menstrual Tension
outlook consistently bleak
spending “shark week” paranoid that I’ll leak
ruin my sleek look
white an absolute no go
lest “Aunt Flo”
create Rorschach test down below
in grungy granny pants
too many pairs of underwear
already forfeited to flood
blood that never ends
clumps and clots, spot and dots, smear and stains
and
heaven forfend – now I’m fucking horny!
did you know that orgasms
are nature’s pain killers
fill her up!
I’m already lubed
who cares if you get womb lining
caught in your pubes
I’m pining for you to be inside me
be at my cervix
2 days of flow turns me into ho
no?
fine.
I’ll do it myself – get caught red-handed
I’ve
bled all over bed clothes
cos when I’m “on the rag”
white sheets become flag of Japan
shiiiiiiiit
and please
please please please
don’t. fucking. sneeze
pads, tampons, mooncups
I’m fed up
nothing can stem the tide
I shall not hide away
outbreak of pimples on face
race to toilet to deal with murder scene
seesaw of feelings, being told I’m unclean
products in aisle entitled “feminine hygiene”
I am not dirty for bleeding
stop feeding those lies
I’m likely to cry at any time
even if you tell me the best.joke.ever:
“what did one tampon say to the other?
nothing, they were both stuck up cunts!”
don’t get me started on the price!
sacrificing to pay for this bodily function
to which I give six and a half years of my life
I say, bloody hell world, make it free
for every month we are trapped in cycle
of becoming psychopath
the Danish may say “the communists are in the fun house”
but I kid you not
menstruation is a damn frustration
Period.
