I Love Strawberry Milk

Since the dawn of time I have had an obsession about becoming a woman and starting my menstral cycle. Like it was this big deal that had intense meaning to it. I would be proud in middle school when I got it and lay in bed home from school not really cramping but that overwhelming almost scarey feeling that a red River of molted dresire was flowing from my uterus that I just never felt for myself. All the bullshitbeing cleansed out of me in a way that even though it was so stronger that it was painful..that it was relieving as in a force that wanted me to think nothing of myself and then a flow of a person's force flowing through my body of someone who thought the world of me. Because of this ppl hated me and would call me things like rosemary. But now..I'm a prisioner of someone's opinions of what my desire wants most and the very feeling that I used to pray to come to me every month is replaced my a selfish person who wants me to think nothing of myself because she has not the life I've had. And often says it was hers. Instead of intense desire all I get now is you ain't shit from a whore that I have to tell you not to abuse.