Cramps and Aches: A Poem
Cramps and aches
again and again
all day long
during this time of the month.
Yet I still have to go to school
Yet others still have to go to work.
Why?
Why?
It is all a part of the grand design.
To continue to use women as labor
until we die due to exhaustion
this isn’t something new,
this is a tale as old as time.
A song that continues to rhyme
throughout history
Why do you have to rhyme?
It never had to rhyme.
We are the ones who created life
yet you work us to death.
kills us with your monstrous greed.
It is clear
we are not human beings
we are the ones who give life
so we all must suffer in silence
as the wheel turns
again and again,
as the rhymes repeat
again and again.
As we die from seeing no rest
during our cramps and aches.
Nothing but cramps and aches
for the ones who give you life.
Nothing but cramps and aches
for the ones that have been laboring
for you for millennia’s.
Nothing but cramps and aches
to help divide our sex.
Nothing but cramps and aches
to divide the sex’s.
Nothing but cramps and aches
to divide the working and middle class.
Nothing but cramps and aches
to divide races and ethnicity’s.
Nothing but cramps and aches
to keep the bottom line going.
Nothing but cramps and aches
to keep us in line.
Nothing but cramps and aches
as we slowly die,
from your monstrous greed.
when will it be enough
for the oligarch’s
monstrous greed.
will it be enough
when we humanity is finally done with
thanks to your monstrous greed.
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