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Sep 2018
That tiny spot
changed my life
that red little spot defined me
as a woman
i questioned -
why not men.
gift of nature was the answer then.
I'ts been three years
that spot comes every month
oh! it's not so fun
black i have to wear
as if i am mourning someone's death.
bloated up like a hippo
pain is evident on my face
that little spot will be there every month
till i am fifty
oh so fun.
Written by
Lekha Nath  17/F
(17/F)   
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