A girl

Yes ! I am a girl And I have a monthly guest It comes without any messages ,without phone calls Just with the flow of pain Always endures me I get lots of gifts ache in bloatted belly breaking back Death hanging in the waist pimples blush at the cheeks Yeah ! I have periods Red petals stain in my beautiful white dress like a bouquet of roses These cease pains garden my womb To be a perfect clock without tick tock and bell But runs for nine month Just to change bloody sperm into a baby...

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smriti

17 / F / Nepal

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