"Are you on your, you know

That thing that gives you tons of woe

That makes you irrational and angry

Because it turns you into a big baby?"

They say this while laughing,

Their condescending smiles attacking

They think that just because I'm feeling

I'm "on" a certain something

They invalidate me

They strangulate me

With their thick skulls, clouding up the air

It's not an excuse for them to make me

Any less than I think of me

Because I'm the best me I'll ever be

And they are not worth half my harmony

So I say to them, "no."

They respond, "Are you sure?"

I say, "don't you think I would know?"

They find it funny

That years upon years of misogyny

Has turned something completely normal

Into something to invalidate women

And all people who shed blood for years

Because, why not use nature against us?

They're already using everything else

But it isn't just them

There are people just like us

Who go through everything we go through

And continue to spread hate

With their internalized sexism

They don't know any better

They've been conditioned to think a certain way

But that doesn't mean it's okay

A girl

Shouldn't tease, make fun of,

or exploit

Another girl,

Just because she's on her period

But, hey

If we've turned against ourselves

We really can't trust anyone

And that's exactly what they want

And isn't it our whole purpose

To give them what they want?

So, let's make fun

Let's patronize and hurt each other

And watch them smile with amusement and

Pride

As we tear out each other's throats

And give them our vocal chords

As trophies for what they did

For what they made us do

-We would cry, but we've gave you the part of us you hate so much. You never have liked it when we made noise