the monthly flow

How long will we bear this
pain and restlessness that
we never caused but bear.
May be crushing their oval eggs
in a frying pan tastes edible but
what crime has one committed
to suffer not finding one
to crush her oval eggs?
What pain and restlessness we bear
which comes out in red
tainting all that it meets .
The flow like an opened pipe as
hot as a corn cob out of the fire.
Forever we’ve been born
into this restlessness and pain
abetting the murder of our babes
before their feet they gained .
Forever we’ve been born
into this restlessness and pain
to feel weak and pale
fearing to sit for long
as each month comes along;
all because no one yet
has crushed our oval eggs.
Birds will themselves crush their eggs
with their beaks or warmth,
to destroy or bring out their kind;
we sit and watch our children die
out of us every time.
Such heinous crime of murder,
watched and accepted the world over,
because we cannot crush our oval eggs
if no one else did it.