Here it comes again where blood has lain
I thought 'twas over but here's the pain
So many times I prayed and prayed
Yet it just won't easily fade.
My money's gone, more work undone.
Yes, I can rest but where's the fun?
More like fire replaced the rain.
And here it comes where blood has lain.
I cannot stand, nor walk or eat.
I am aching and so are my feet.
This pain is driving me insane.
Here it comes again where blood has lain.
Nobody's left to help me.
For I am alone in this struggle to be free.
Free from this monthly surge of pain.
Free from this tremendous menstrual pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.