I'm on my period.
I know that's not an excuse
but I just feel so shitty.
And if I was a bird,
I might poop
on someone's head
just to feel better.
My back hurts
and my thoughts
are all over the place.
I'm angry with the whole world
because I'm bloated,
and I feel like
I've lost all the progress
that I've made
in the past few weeks,
phisically and mentally.
In moments like this,
I cuss the one
that invented periods and pains
through which every woman must go.
I dispise the government
that makes us pay
for the neccessities
that should be
a right, not a privilidge
for all the women around the world.
And I lowkey hate myself
for hating the privilege
that I as a woman have:
the chance to bear a child,
once,
maybe.
But right now,
I am just so mad
that I do not care
what the future will bring.
I just want to be
the way I was
before the hurricane hit:
confident,
stable.
Me at all.
YOU ARE READING
The Questions (and Answers, Maybe)
PoésieThis is a poetry book about questions I have on my mind almost all of the time. It's about poetry itself, my feelings, my points of view on some hard topics and more. It's very personal for me, but I know that many other people think about these thi...
