Janice Plays Fair (1st Draft)

One day, little Janice was going through a turbulent time, considering her monthly pains. She was fed up with that and the fact that boys constantly complain about the simplest things. With a fever and cold, it is as if their spleens were being ripped out. They have no idea what pain is really about. Until Janice decided they needed to comprehend. And this is the story of her new trend.

She went up to a boy, who liked her so
Yet due to his behavior she had never known
He would always tease her and call her names
So, this poor, stupid boy had himself, only, to blame

Janice walked up to this little pain in the ass
Thrusting her fist into his lower abdomen.
Surprised with the force, he landed in the grass
And, surely, was to never bother her again

“Maybe now, you will be more empathetic,”
she said strutting away, relieved with a grin,
Hearing his cries as they faded into the wind.
Janice smiled, with no intent to be apologetic.

This may be just one instance, but Janice continues punching boys in the stomach, whenever she’s pained. ‘If we should hurt one week out of the month, so should they,’ is what she thinks. It does make her feel better; like a transference to the meek. Boys look upon us as the weaker sex, yet if roles were reversed for a day, they wouldn’t stand an hour—it’d be too complex.
So they should really shut their mouths and be sweet for a change, give us back rubs (without us asking) and go out to the store without complaint. They lament about their problems, as if they’re the only ones. Just shut the hell up, and give us a kiss, or we’ll punch you in the stones.