For I am a woman

you come running from me

from the depths of my womb

in crimson color

reminding me of Eves nature

there are days get tired

but on some I long

and wait in constant checking

to confirm am less woman

but you come scratching my insides

biting my back

drawing me in existence

of your monthly rituals

and he wonders

how you go on

and on and on

but I don't drop

and you come again

all these years

to make me a woman