Its that time of the month again
When I have no need of men
How can I explain.......
I am visiting the moon
Will be back home soon
It's a wet and lonely upsetting journey
When am mooning my temper raises
It escalates in phases
I keep to myself to avoid confrontations.
In two or three days time
When I feel all fine
You can come and land on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem