uterus lining discarded,
bleeding red every month,
i am reborn again.
with discarded pads,
bloated stomach,
aching head,
emotions like…
all over the place
(it’s bad),
i persist.
knowing that we are a part of a collective-
womanhood,
for which we know our own strength-
unrivalled.
for which, no man could ever endure
and yet,
here we are…
again.
from death to rebirth
every four (ish) weeks.
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