period cramps
poem by:
Emma C
Written
on Oct 22, 2017
my stomach's cramping up,
i don't even wanna have babies
so my pain is pointless--fuck.
where's god when you need her?
my youth's passing by in one big blur
while i sit on the couch
and think about how famous i'm going to be
i'm such a fuck-up, conceited wannabe
i'm just a post-9/11 stress-fed apathetic media-obsessed scared kid
and so are you baby
so let's hang by our necks together
and swing the night away
till we learn to suffer like they do.