28 Days and Another Full Moon

It _is_ because I am a woman.
My d*mn uterus--
everything going so well--
the energy--
the finesse of a lecture well taught--

all of it plumets with my d*mn womb.

I even hate the word--womb.
Who the h*ll made up such a stupid word
like that?
Womb.
Soft and mushy--
like a moan or groan.
A wound.

Sh*t--I hate this body! Being trapped here
all bloated out with one bite of rice--
right ovary aching--
lower back sore.
Felling like a moppy haired pig.

And so tired!
So d*mn tired! Can't lift my pen or think.

If I say anything,
anything at all, then
I am b*tching
I am whining
I am funny [admit it--you are laughing].

F*ck that!

When I cannot carry on with my day-to-day
function,
then this menstration sh*t has got to be taken seriously.

I am tired of living in denial!
Pretending I have some psychological issues,
that my problems are all internal,
that I can and should go about my work
just by popping some Midol.

Ten days, 10 days, out of each month
is tore up by this sh*t--that's almost a third
of my f*cking life.

What would happen if women
didn't have to pretend to be as "strong"
--how I loathe the word--
as men, if we took 3-5 days off and rested??

Would the world collapse?!?
Oh how utterly unfair that would be to the men!!
Why shouldn't they have days off???

Because they are not in pain
3-5 days a month with 5 days of prep work!

True, not all women suffer--
I'm a lucky one--
some may even take advantage of the time off--
who gives a flying f*ck?
About anything right now??

I just know that I was finally making some headway
and now, my body has to go and screw it all up.
Then I can spend the next 20 days trying to fix that,
until BAM another "period" of torture.

. . .

But I love my body. I love my uterus.
I really must.
I still have them don't I?
Haven't, like, cut them out with
a butcher knife.
Ehem.
Can I have
the highs without the lows?

I guess I'm able. I am strong--gr--.
I, as individual, will do what I must
to fight this pathology.
But this system sucks.