The Period
It is that time of the month again
When happy times fail
Then rain showers of pain
As merry become wails
Feeling intestines entangle
In the abdomen beneath
Contracting every muscle
And for so long gnawing the teeth
It is that time of the month
When happy games shut
For the angels knife cut
And dirty rivers flow
Out of the greatest passage
As new ovaries develop
Making fertile the virgin lands
And yet another may come
Our sister's enmity
For this process is fated
But the rivers shall dry
And in it's season shall flow again
Solomon Sakyi
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