Periods
It's neither sympathy
Nor cultural
Neither pure, nor impure
But purely natural.
Yes the blood is real
And it's not to be ashamed of
Yes there's pain and cramps
But it cannot make your work stop!
Yes there are pads and cups
And many electric tools
Yes they are pretty normal
Untill 'n unless you belong to the fools.
Yes there are pills
And they're pretty deadly too!
Just to hide for the sake of tradition
Foolishness become a part of you!
Kitchen can't be restricted,
Temples don't go unholy.
Black bags bring in shame for real,
And give her mind a melancholy.
No it ain't a mockery arsenal,
Not something to make joke of,
We mustn't turn it into slur,
Cuz it's neither pejorative, nor scoff!
Friends should know about it,
Brothers should be taught.
Fathers must not command to hide,
Cuz it's something to be open about!
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