Let Me Be, Let Me Bleed
Drop by drop as my womanhood bleeds
White skirt soaked in blood how could I 'stay-free'?
'Whispers' all around me, all about me and classmates with questioning minds
I ran as fast as I could, leaving those blood spots behind!
Mom hugged me, wiped my tears and comforted me with a 'strange soft napkin'
I thought the problem was over,
But guess what?
It was just the beginning!
Every month was different now,
having a few 'bad' days
Writhing in pain, gulping tablets in vain
As if all this is not enough, PMS too finds it's way!
And then the 'hush-hush don't say it out loud'
'Hide' the sanitary napkin from the crowd
Where I am already blaming periods for the pain I go through
You stop me from entering the kitchen and worshipping god too?
Why so many myths and such secrecy?
I got my periods because I decided not to have a baby!
People need to grow up and grow out of such superstitions
I got my periods because I am capable of reproduction!
They say if I am "Old enough to bleed, I am Old enough to breed"
But first they should be old enough to understand,
It's just a matter of a few days every month,
Give me some space, let me breathe
If you want me to breed
Then let me be, let me bleed
Let me bleed in peace!
Copyright © Priyum Bajaj | Year Posted 2018
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