After 23 days of Ramadan,

I haven’t touched the Quran,

I’m perpetually deducting

menstrual days,

I feel               no shame


Yah Sheik,     Oh Brother of

high esteem


and visual molestation

Oh Great Gatekeeper,

Legging Police,

Fly Away Spotter,

Womanizing Critic,


when can I become your Brother?

Editor’s note: Because of the difficulty of maintaining the integrity of the spatial format of the poem the poem in its entirety is available at the link below as a pdf.

Menstrual Thobe