Pain is presence
Presence is pain
Pain presents itself
Presenting, itself, is pain
When you ache and groan,
I notice it
It chills me to the bone
Nowhere to sit
When you call out for help
I'm fully aware
You're the puddle when you melt
You wonder if you can relate to grass
As you feel people stepping on you
You feel them on your ***
To say something is taboo
You don't deserve that, you know
You've done nothing wrong
Inherently, although
The feeling is lifelong
I can never truly understand
What it's like to be you, and
You stick to solid ground,
But you're sinking in the sand
Being a woman is hard, man.