For Girls Only

Anne Sexton once wrote a poem titled "In Celebration of my Uterus." She was happy that she did not have to have a hysterectomy. She was celebrating the fact that she was still a whole, complete woman. Or some shit like that.

I have a message for mine.



As far as I am concerned, our relationship is over. You did your thing - you bore me three beautiful babies (even though you bitched about it the whole fucking nine months and made me miserable). We are through. Stop what you are doing RIGHT NOW. Or some bad shit is gonna go down.

Nobody talk to me today.