Today I feel hateful
Wrathful
Disapproving
I was ovulating only days ago and
Want to blame someone for not even being able to enjoy the Euphoria of it
Of opening to the future of me  
To letting in the good light 
I blamed God
I tried that out 
But God is so kind and she said 
Hey honey, 
You know you can change all of it? 
Maybe not like how the world says
To shift things around until they are level
Because you can't level rubble and 
You can't make a broken stone whole again
But you can elevate your senses to beauty
You can be with me in that                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    