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!