#contraception
A tiny pill, less than fingernail-size
Washed down with water each day.
You’d think nothing of it.
It’s just like clockwork.
It does its job.
You marvel at science
And you marvel at being a woman
Just how does your body do it?
You wonder each day.
Now there is less blood
But more bleeding
Less pain
But more suffering
As the months pass you start to realise something.
You’d rather tear out your own hair
Than tear out your own ******
You’d rather be drenched with blood
Than drenched with sadness and anger
Once a month you wish you were dead.
The pill laughs.
Once a month you cry yourself to sleep
Just because somebody looked at you funny.
This tiny tiny thing
Smaller than your fingernail
May be making it easier to be a woman
But it’s making it harder to be you.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Hard squirming in my stomach
overpowers.
Missed a pill by a few
hours.
Hope it doesn't seed,
hope it starts to bleed,
shrivels up and sours.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC