A poem on womanhood, periods and the birth control pill.

My uterus is currently suffering from a voluminous disjunction that even makes my eyes hurt. Standing up and even sitting down is difficult – hence my lousy posture trying to blog whilst half-lying down. So, I thought of writing a poem about it – as any normal person would. Enjoy!

Period Pondering

Good blood, healthy blood.
Blood that’s part of me.
Blood that’s life, now leaving
As red as brown can be.

Bye, blood – my blood.
So natural to observe.
Blood that came from deep inside
My uterus’ curve.

Stop it! Don’t cringe!
Don’t judge and don’t hate.
It’s natural for females.
That God did create.

We’re special. And loved.
And have a special gift.
Of carrying a baby.
When it is our due shift.

But meanwhile as we wait.
Please be patient and kind.
Our calendar must be
In God’s plan aligned.

It’s wonderful to be like this.
Just as God intended.
So right now all I wish is
To not be reprimanded.

For not taking pills.
And not being like a “he”.
After all, the choice is mine.
And I choose being… me!

The end.

So there you go! Hope you liked it!

I don’t like it when people joke about woman being on their period or PMSing. Or treating it as disgusting or bad and giving the birth control pill “solution”. Currently I’ve been hearing lots of women defending the pills and trying to get more girls to use them just because it’s “cool” to have control over your body (not because of acne or any other treatment)… people from church, I must add. *sighs*

I might blog again about godly femininity and why I chose not to take birth control pills. I think it’s a great subject to talk about that should be more discussed.

Anyway, shout out to all the ladies out there that are currently in pain for being on their period… You rock! God is with us!

Act fast.

She knew what would
happen.
That didn’t change
what she would
do.

The thoughts were rushing
now.
So fastly that
they stopped.

Nothing was left except
the option
that poured itself
against her
mind.

The consequences
would hurt.
Hurt like fire.
Hurt like rain.

For it’s not only bad
when it burns –
When it’s wet
it’s just as
evil.

Except it’s masked
in a perfect
disguise
she wouldn’t fall for
any more.

Too many times before.
In the past.
In the future.

But in the present, no!
This time she was
convinced.

That is was air
she was
breathing;

Lacking.

And it was blood
she was
seeing;

Smelling.

Quickly now.
There’s no more time.
There’s no more
time.

Run!

Die.

18-05-11

Paper and Pen – Suicide Note.

Today, during one of my university classes, a specific modern-looking poem appeared wherever I looked. It was about a pen and a paper working together to create the typical suicide note. I had to write it down before it made me insane. And now I present it here:

paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper pa
paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper pa
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper paper paper pap
paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper pa
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paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen pen paper
paper pen pen pen pen paper paper paper paper paper pape
paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper pap
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paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper bloo
paper paper paper paper paper paper paper paper blood bloo
paper paper paper paper paper paper paper blood blood bloo

Have I gone mad?