Oh, Dear Period

I think women don't always hate their period.

I'm cramping!

My sides hurt, and I'm nagging.
My heart is floating,
so happy.

My boyfriend is sweating,
walking on egg shells-
so nervous.

My neighbors are leaving again!
They won't peer behind the hedge,
so creepy.

My insides will pour red,
and happily instead-
so joyful.

My tampons drip dazzling rubies!
Monthly gifts are a bother,
so misunderstood.

My period talks about pregnancy,
and it promises to delay,
another motherhood.

The End

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