For five days straight Every month I bleed profusely People think it’s my fault, What shall I do? Wrap up my uterus And store it in a vault? When I had my first period My mom told me, Don’t let your dad Ever see those stains of red. I cannot talk loud and bold About this ‘disease’ All am I allowed Is to whisper, about Whispers. The other day Blood oozed out Staining my pant The onlookers lost...
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