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That Time of the Month

I sit on my toilet seat,

legs uncrossed but guts wrenching at 5km/hr speed,

staring at the blood stained ******* by my feet,

wondering why merely being a woman makes me bleed.

 

"Shame, shame, shame", they huff,

as if being a woman was not a burden enough.

Bleeding in shame is now considered religious,

no matter how natural,

For us, 'the time of the month' is never auspicious.

 

I sit on my toilet seat,

with sore thighs and a pungent stench in the loo,

wondering if it would be as shameful

If men bled the same way as women do.

 

(M.I.)

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Written by
MuniaIslam
20 / F / Bangladesh
Published
Oct 18, 2018
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#period#women#mood#swings#poem#blood#emotions#sad#happy
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