source: Vice Magazine
I’m neither good at writing poems or having periods…
…And I apologize for alienating my entire male audience today.
I hate you!
Like a seal hates the polar bear
You gobble me up
Chew on every inch of me
And when you’re done
You spit me out
Like a wad of flavorless gum
You sit behind my eyes
And knock knock knock
Trying to break down the door
And when that doesn’t work
You travel down to my stomach
Where you perform your exercise:
Chin-ups and sit-ups and spinning and tread
I’ve always underestimated your powers, Period
Your strength is something I can no longer ignore
We all know you, yet we’re victims to your will
You give us so much
Yet take so much away
See that man over there?
I want to punch him in the face.
Want to know why?
You tell me, Period.
You tell me.
You leave me hopeless
And angry at the world
We think we have control over you
But in reality we don’t
We’re on the receiving end of your Svengali trip
And there is nothing we can do about it.