I wait for it every month.
I know it aches, but still I wait.
A bleed or a curse or a shame?
After all a bleed, may be; I still wait.
Assuming it to be a good sign,
I endure that pain.
As if knifes striking my lower back,
needles pricking my abdomen,
and heavy soreness on breasts,
my sins are washed away as blood, on the cotton pad.
I sense a sort of inconvenience between my thighs,
as the blood stains were outspreading.
I wake up before anyone to take bath,
so that nobody could smell the disgust on my body.
I wrap it inside a black polythene,
because I don’t want to be judged on that.
I question, are these the cry of women’s body?
Nevertheless, this one week of vital blood
served me the sentence that I’m a complete woman.
Yes, those impure blood is the reason behind every pregnancy.
Women must be brave enough to say they’re off at work/anywhere because of menstruation, instead of hiding behind headache or back pain. It is always better to show the world we are courageous.
Red Dots are Pride. Be proud!
© Yashica Priya