You just don’t want me to talk about it
You hate it when we talk about it
You know you are a sheer hypocrite
Why do you think it is such an unmentionable affair?
All you know is how to impair, which is utterly unfair
Why can’t we talk about the menarche, unabashed?
When I talk about it blatantly, why do you stand aghast?
Value a woman’s body and this cycle, we don’t expect much
You are witless, don’t speak about it, you only have a doltish hunch
Just remember a man bleeds for death, for agony and for misery
Do you know why a woman bleeds? She bleeds for glee, for happiness and to create a new life
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