"Fertility Makes a Woman"

PCOS Warrior

The pain,  crushing and squeezing

Making you fight for your breath

Sucking in to avoid bloating

Wondering when your monthly friend will strike

You thing you’re pregnant, it’s all in your head

The hair, the acne scarring your “temple”

Making it decay as each year passes

“When will you have kids?””You’re being dramatic”

“At least you don’t have a period”

Phrases at such, being spewed in the air

In your face, behind the fat you agonize over on your back

Yea, it’s so great to miss your period, which is replaced by more demons

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