When they point out you being a female;
Reply them that they can't bleed monthly.
When they comment on your outfit;
Then you revert back to them that there are exceptions and uniques all around.
When they put you under their shoes;
Reply them that they can't bear labour pain.
When they left and abandoned you;
Reply them that you are very happy and moved on from them.
And when they come back again to put you more down;
Show them that you no longer cares of them so they don't need to retort.
Cuz you never give up at all,..
You never give up that all.

My eyes closed,
I say to myself
Someone must have placed a heavy metal object on the top of my stomach,
not knowing I'm a human who feels PAIN!
And that person in my mind keeps telling me
that he has kept it gently there.
I say, 'Hey! It's a metal object and it hurts anyway!'
Gathering up some energy,
I go to my table and sit in a chair
Skimming through the pages of my diary,
I try to write a poem,
when suddenly something kicks me from the inside,
keeps making me suffer until I stop.
No wonder I was trying to write about PERIOD CRAMPS!
There you go again!
These cramps are not just pain to my body
but some reminders that keep sneering at me saying,
"No, you can't do that!"
Believe me,
Sometimes they are worse than this society that reminds me of my boundaries.
Anyway, five days pass by
and then I say goodbye.
Seeing my grin,
It decides to remind me,
"My pal, don't you worry
Cause I will be back again."

Centre of the storm
Person of principle
Reaper of the future

Takes to the stage
Leads from the front
Drives us forward

Defender of freedom
Calmer of nerves
She takes my hand
And together we stand

You expected a girl,
your own notion of femininity.
You expected me to laugh, to talk,
but only in bubbles,
Wonka’s fizzy lifting drink.
You expected to float
on my wiles
I’d heft you up while you cruise.
Well, you get nothing.
You lose.
Good day, sir.

The girl is pacing
For love she is waiting
No kiss on the lips
She is receiving

A man's pet
    is a female dog
Outing with others,
     is a specie of fox,
     Every day night.
A man is worrying,
     and, fumbling in the
     darkness of a night.
Looking for his cutest,
     is a beautiful *****

.............

When a quiet woman decides
That she has a thought to share
The whole world stops to listen
For this moment is quite rare

Even the mountains bend down
To hear this rare voice speak
Because If you understand the words
You will hear she is anything but meek

The longer her voice is not heard
The more time her thoughts have to form
Making the words that pour out of her mouth
Like thunder in a storm

And if you did not see the lightning
That has long been lighting up her sky
Her words will leave you shocked
With your mouth open and tongue dry