I think I’m bi-polar and it makes me crack up,
First I get angry and yell, “Shut up! ”
Then I cry and start to feel bad,
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I’m so mad.”
people look at me scared to speak,
All of a sudden I laugh and my knees go weak,
They get over their shock and laugh at me back.
I look at them an think why are they laughing like there on crack,
I get a paranoid look on my face,
It takes me a while to calm down,
Then my smile turns into a frown.
“Damn why am I so Bi-polar? ”
You turn n say, “Is your period over? ”
I finally realize I have no illness,
Its only the woman’s curse, PMS!
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I would like to translate this poem
Yes, woman's righteous curse is very powerful!