oh, to be free
to roam the world
without fear
of harm
abduction
and rape
to wander
and discover
for herself
the serenity
of the natural world
whenever she wishes
without any need
for protection
i am a woman
a cyclical creature
designed like the moon
who i am today
is different
from who i am
one week
two weeks
three weeks
from now
today,
i am a sliver of myself
i'm somber, pensive, and numb
the weight of my cares
is heavier than usual
my perspective is cloudy
sodden with emotion
i don't like this version of me
yet, here she is again
and in spite of my dislike of her
she will be me
for more than 3,000 days
of my feminine life
every month
i can't wait
until she leaves
i always sigh with relief
and welcome
the returning fulness
of myself
this me
smiles and laughs
she's fun and sexy
so shiny, dynamic, and strong
i wish
she could stay forever
but i guess
if she did
i wouldn't appreciate her
like i do
so, let the lunar cycle continue
and my metamorphosis carry on
because
i am a woman
a cyclical creature
designed like the moon
wake up, get up, shape up
lady!
put on your pants!
curves and class with a dash of sass
lace up, step up, show up
have the courage to mess up
put on those heels
and give em' chills
power boots
with your sickest suit
lady!
fire up your one-of-a-kind
business mind
and go to work
this day is yours
own it, work it, wring it
for every last drop of opportunity
because that's what a lady does
when she puts on pants
