Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome

Dear PCOS, please move to the left to the left

You take away my hair, take away my confidence

Wearing my headwraps EVERYDAY as my defense

But I'm still under attack

My ovaries and my hormones are completely out of whack

How do I completely fail at being female?

Birth control, birth control I have NO control!

"Extra testosterone", "Male pattern baldness", "Infertility", "Cysts"

And all people say "Stay strong sis"

But how am I supposed to feel?

I learned now that my color is teal

And my month is September

iam now a new member

Of the PCOS club... with 40 year old ladies

How can I relate to them when I'm just a baby

Who may not be able to have babies

All of this is starting to drive me crazy

I keep using my sadness as a crutch

Everything is becoming too much

I never expected this emotional and physical toll

My life is an entire stocking full of coal

But PCOS I'm trying my best

And I have a headwrap for every dress

Victory is already mine

And I'm telling you PCOS and myself that I'll be just fine

This poem is about: 
Me

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