Every month the cruelness of femininity

Afflicts me in staggering waves of cramps,

Cursing me with hours of pain, and I know

Some people hate such hardened portrayal

(For they don't get this pain themselves,

And reproduction represents women's' essence)

However, when doubled-over in crushing agony,

'Tis hard to think of it in such a picturesque way,

And when fading to pallid shades, as nauseating

Contractions ripple through aching stomach,

So I retch incessantly; puking through the worst of it

And fainting to forget the pain, well, then all is not

Well and I curse the day I was born female.