Menses

Menses

Surfing the crimson waves
Seeing bright red
Purple red clots
And brown
Between my panties

Periods are full
Of irony

My belly bloats
As if
I’m 3 months pregnant
except I’m not

My breasts swell
Like they have milk
But they don’t

Sneezing
Unleashes
Niagara Falls

Blood clots
Like thick
Jello
Except the gross kind

Tracking my period
Taking Motrin
Praying I took it
Early enough
Otherwise
It’ll cause goosebumps
And feel like an iron fist
Clenches
And lets go of my uterus

I’ve never understood
Why
My body tortures me
For not having a baby
If and when
I have a baby
It’ll just get
Tortured in a
Different way

And all I can do
Is sit here in my
Misery
Crying for no reason
Hating my boyfriend
Annoyed by his breathing
But knowing that
He’s seen my blood
And didn’t runaway
So he’s a keeper

Riding a rollercoaster
Of emotions
Because of mood swings.

My monthly bill
Has come
Deciding between
Tampon
Pad
Or cup
Costing me money
To control bleeding
That has a mind of it’s own

I paid
The cashier
He wished me
A good weekend
Both knowing
It wouldn’t be
For me

Staining everything
That’s why you have
Period underwear
On reserve
Memories of failed attempts
At having sex
Stained towels
All to messy
For my taste

It’s sometimes
Like that uninvited family member
That overstays its welcome
But brings a good gift

Grateful that I’m bleeding
And have no baby
But sadness for those
Trying to have a baby

Periods smell
I splash every crevice
Out of paranoia
To not let the world
Know

But maybe I do
Instead of giving
The typical how are you
Response

Maybe I’ll just answer
By reading this poem
And politely
Ask for chocolate
If they’d like me
To stop

The woman scientist said PMS
Isn’t real
Probably
Wants a career
In politics
Because periods are a weakness

However
Every month
I show up to work
Wearing black
Forgiving Clothing
Giving pads to
My students who have
Synced up
Faking it till I make it
With my chin up.

Role

Role

A Superficial society
Sets the standard with
Brazilian waxes,
squats
To get bigger asses
Because the world
Doesn’t see us
With rose colored
Glasses.

No such thing as
A hairy cutie.
Women should be
Hairless
otherwise
About you
they’ll careless.
Bareskin pussies
Makes for hot stock
If you don’t have it
Expect to get dropped
And forget about getting
A rock.

Beauty over brains
Because then it’s easier
To hold the reigns.
Marriage,
modern day Prostuition
sometimes permitted by
The constitution.

Trophies
Accessories to a sports car
Set to compete
With the fabricated
Image of stars.
Need to be seen
With a bad bitch
Who does all the
Latest porn star tricks
To fulfill
Relentless sexual fix.

I will not conform
To look uniform
Like a botched Barbie
I am not a toy
Are you still a
Little boy?
I am not plastic
If you see me naked
every inch is
Fucking fanstastic.

I am enough
When my skin
Is rough
or
If my toes are
Unpolished
tough
or
Have a pimple
Ready to erupt

I am what I choose
No need for approval
To Feel beautiful
Whether young or old
Feel it
Regardless of what you are
Told.
Break the mold
You are worth
Your weight in gold.