To some, it becomes really unbearable,
To others, the pain is forgettable.
Every month, we bleed so much,
Every minute, one would like a chocolate fudge!
We all want to kill our uterus,
As it always drives us nuts.
I sometimes want to hibernate,
For a whole week straight.
We get a lot of mood swings,
And yes, I wish to have a pair of wings.
To fly away from my body to a land,
Where the uterus is banned.
But it all is disguised as a blessing,
For it’s only us who go through the suffering.
At some places, to talk about it is still a taboo,
So for those who read this poem, thank you!
