I don't even want to type the words on the same line.
My sadness is genuine and my tears are true
But I stifle them for fear that you will throw
Those dreaded three letters in my face.
I am NOT every woman.
I refuse to be lumped in and dismissed
With every other woman who made a mad dash
Down the feminine-products aisle of the market this week.
There are many days when my sobs
Are not accompanied by a similar flow
In my nether regions.
Ask me why I'm crying; don't assume you know.
--Dani M. Sanders, 21 Dec 06