Best Menstrual Poems
Asphyxiated and found dead
Raped and found dead
Unsure what happened, and found dead
Nepali women found dead
Snake bitten and found dead
Eaten by tigers and found dead
Left in a small dark menstrual hut
And found dead
Nepali women found dead
Shunned and labelled unclean
Ostracized for the wonderful way
God has insured they can have babies
Asphyxiated, raped, snaked, and frozen
And found dead. Someone is not right in the head.
These huts should be torn up and spit out.
Please, people, permanently get these women out!
Tax me because I'm a woman
Tax me because I bleed
Make me pay more tax than men
Pay for their unused seed
My life is hard enough
Without you taxing my menstrual flow
A monthly period of blood
A period of mess below
Is a towel a luxury?
According to government it is
But it only affects the Her's
It don't affect the His
What happens when I have no means or cash?
To pay this unequal uneven tax
When I can't afford a tampon or pad
These are everyday facts
This is without the sadness of PMT or PMS
Man has no idea of the pain or the bloody stress
Why would you tax a woman just for being her?
How do you tax a towel that woman is forced to wear?
This taxation is way out of line, unjust and morally wrong
Its time to end this crippling tax
Menstruation's been exploited way too long!
I found a period
Ending at a sentence
In my panties
"I should not go to school today,"
Says every girl who feels this way.
"I've got the monthlies and the cramps,
A flood, a flush, and uterine camps.
My mood swings low, my temper is high.
Nature's tide flows, I can't deny.
My abdomen's as hard as rocks,
I've counted twenty bathroom stops.
Yet still I rise and face the day,
Pack necessities, and make my way.
My back is sore, my clothes are tight,
But I'll push through with all my might.
I ache and moan but still, I go,
To learn and grow, despite the flow.
My head throbs when I slightly bend,
But assignments I'll still attend.
My muscles protest, my patience wanes,
I fear those unexpected stains.
My feet are swollen, my chest is sore,
But I'll keep striving, that's for sure.
Concentration's hard to keep,
When cramps make me want to weep.
Emotions flood, but I stay strong,
In class, I know I still belong.
My stomach churns like stormy seas,
But I'll raise my hand with expertise.
Skin broke out, but the mind stayed clear,
I'm more than just the pain I bear.
I have cramps, but my heart is steady,
For challenges, I'm always ready.
What's that? You say you understand?
With support, I'll make my stand!
At home, I'll help and do my share,
Though my body screams, 'It's not fair!'
In school, I'll learn and participate,
My potential, I'll cultivate.
For I'm a girl with dreams so vast,
This monthly trial will soon be past.
Through pain and flood, I'll persevere,
My strength and spirit are crystal clear!”
The day will come when you are just a distant memory
One that I will have to concentrate long & hard to remember...
Your face will be a shadow
The memory of your touch, kiss, taste, feel, voice, scent will be intangible,
impalpable, unable to invoke the intensity with which I still carry you in my
thoughts 'n' dreams
The day will come when the mere sight of you will have no effect whatsoever on
my
equilibrium
When my body will no longer become tense by your nearness
When my mind, body, 'n' soul will react nonchalantly to your situation, your
appearance, your happiness, or lack thereof
And I will be in control 'n' cured of
your infection 'n' affliction
Actually...after almost a year of our official break-up
I am no farther away from you emotionally than the day that I first fell in love with
you
Isn't that pathetic?
Obsessive compulsive even?
Alas!! What to do?
I always feel this way
After seeing you
During P. M. S.
Wriiten: 05/02/2006