by Cindy Aniceto

Created on: July 01, 2007   Last Updated: May 15, 2008

Ode To Cramps

A dull, incessant, low throbbing jab,
The headaches, backaches, mood swings, insanity
A mockery for my gender,

So vile and hated,
Every woman curses it.

Those few women, the privileged few who cannot feel the unbearable passing of wasted fertility,
Those friends who laugh and play
A mockery to my gender,

Should be slowly burned alive while being forced to listen to Kenny G albums.

My good woman, I know you feel my pain-
We are sisters.

Sisters cursed with unspeakable evil for anywhere from 4 to 7 days a month (if you're lucky).

We are sisters in arms (actually abdomens),
Praying for the day that menopause starts
A mockery of my gender,

As we delve into hormone absent lunacies, oh sweet Death,
Come for me now

...Note from Death: "Out on Vacation!"

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