My Experiments With Poetry

IT IS NOT A TABOO TOPIC

IT IS NOT A TABOO TOPIC

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Cramps and the bloating return

For their sojourn

Time and again

I must be ready to destain

I call it "the thunder"

My body a bondholder

I'm thankful for the promise kept

I'm sorry for the fear crept

As the flood hazard warning came in

I run

No, I run squirming

Roses are red

Petunias are red

Anemones are red

So is my period

That's what I dread

I panic, I don't want my dress stained red

I'd rather be dead

I check for the red flag!!

The dull ache

Turns a current shock- an avalanche

Down the spine to my thighs...

I call it the "red rain"

Sooner or later to become the "red flood"

Should I announce a local holiday?

Because I can't keep this pain at bay.

Guys bleed, a few times

In accidents and fights

Girls bleed 500 times

For a lifetime

We are the volcano – active

We have the red lava – flowing

Oh.. don't forget the PMS and the pimple

Because it won't go away that simple

We take the cramps, the mood swings,

Bad skin and hair and the cravings.

Add that to the nausea and the burnings.

Applause to the lookout girl

Who whispers

"someone's coming"

Or she stands close by

Just enough to hide

With you abide

To carry the sanitary product

We become the Jane Bond

From classroom

To the restroom

I wonder,

Is it a felony to be a girl?

Is it a crime to bleed?

Is it a tort to carry it conspicuous?

Yes, it's a mess

Gore, grime and grume...

No, it's not impurity

But Something to be addressed by dignity

With integrity

Girls bleed

We bleed together

We have it

You know it

It's not a taboo topic!