THE MONTHLY FLOW
Oh! Monthly flow
Full and package with pain
To womanhood is a gain
In the dark night, on my bed I roll
Perhaps my underneath is crying again
I pray it won’t be in vain
A pound –pound-pound in my stomach
The rush rush rush like arrival of a monarch
The clash clash clash like that of a cutlass
O ye army, why are you shedding the blood of the innocence
Where are your license?
Is this not nonsense How many litres of blood did I have?
Yet every month part to you I give
The day I will stop you will have to go to grave
Five days out of a month you take
Despite of this great contribution
To me you give no appreciation
Why are you so harsh?
The pain is more than that of a lash
Why are so coward
Come to physically, you will run backward
Don’t think am fragile
Being a lady am extraordinary agile
Why are so heartless
Do you think you are fearless?
So many years my body you reign
For how long will you camp me with this chain
Am looking forward
For my reward
Why are you so stubborn?
I never knew you exist when I was born
Only in your entirety
To claim it is maturity
You can’t even take a pause
Until when you called menopause
If you don’t really care
Why can’t you save the fare?
Why are you abiku in nature?
And claim that you are mature
My heart, mind has so much to say
My body, just wait for menopause the day
(c) Ayegboyin Tobiloba Victoria