The agony of it all,
You might say!
Every month
,less or more,
I give my
blood,the precious drops.
I shed it
from within
No questions
asked.
For some
it’s the beginning,
For some in
between.
For the
others, the end is near.
Reserve any
thoughts if you never had a feel,
The days
before it is real.
The
bloating, aches and the cramping,
With moods to
and fro on a swing.
The waves of
nausea, steaming the taste buds
It’s not for
the fainthearted, my dear,If I may.
As these changes
seems visible to world in view,
Internally,a
battle of hormones is on!
The mind and
the body soldiering to its tunes,
This age old
scuffle continues.
Performed perfectly ,
Orchestrated, in detailed harmony.
It’s normal,
painful or less,
Troubling
and or a mess.
It’s a part
of me, like it or not
Yet, Keeping
me in, closed behind a lair
Is it fair?
And taking a
dig and jibe,at face and behind
Is it Kind?
Coaching me
the impurity of the bleed,
Is it not a moronic
plead?
Depraving me
liberty to pray,
Is it not
inequality or hypocrisy or both ,I must say?
Shackling me
the with the cultural ethos of the menstrual blood.
Is it not but respectful
to bleed with freedom?
My Life,My
body,My Bleed!
Not a
cultural heritage or matter of disgust!
It plain and
simple.
My period,My
pain and My pride!
Full stop.
