That Time

It’s that time of the month
When my body surrenders
To the beat of a magick drum
In 28 days again it will come
Belly aches blue and black
The pain has me on my back
I am bloated with change
And my head is deranged
From a bout of ‘period brain’
I cannot contain
Exhaustion has
Me in slow motion

Without discrimination
It is something we all know
As the wind blows over
It will come and go
Each time I remember
I am alive and conscious
My womb is fertile
And still able to produce
I am eternal mother
I am woman there is
No telling what I can do
At any time of the month

I may not smile I may snap at ya but
Women bleed it’s the way it goes
Just like the sea moves
In and out with the tide
Pulled by the magnetic
Forces of the sun and moon
There’s something powerful
Inside the this process
12 times a year I can create
I am a different creature
Able to create life
At this time of the month

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