Every Month,
I turn into a paranoid mes
As I ask the next girl
To check the back of my dress
Every Month,
You arrive without an invitation
It is the habit of yours
To put me into tricky situations
Every Month,
Since the time I was twelve
You have given me
Mood swings in which I dwell
Every Month,
I wonder whether you are blessing or a curse
Since the cramps that you gift me
Go from bad to worse
Yet, Every Month
I do know
That you flow
To help me grow.