Womanhood is celebrated by milestones of pain.

From the first blood that leaves its mark in your trousers,
That time of the month.

“Signs you’re maturing - becoming a woman.” They say with a sinister grin.

“Your body, my choice” - Men shout so proudly,
As if my body was a competition they could win.

But womanhood is an act of rebellion against societal construct,
The way we heal our wounds with wisdom,
Look at our pain as a creator of empathy.

Womanhood is also the first time you say no and mean it, the first time they touch you without your consent.

But womanhood is not just a singular woman, it is all women.

You hurt one of us : then we will gather each other together
And carve the word “Survivor” into my wounds you inflicted upon me.