#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
As a menstruating woman, I bleed every month. It is biological, powerful, and no matter what society feels, it does not make me shameful or impure.
Yes, I bleed
Life exists within my blood You, me and the human breed,
Childhood is lost Over period cramps The confusion of tampons and use of pads And not to forget the mud, newspaper, soiled cloth, n hey Scores of us struggle For five days of dignity And keep the mood swings at bay,
The spots stopped me From my whites Nonetheless The peering eyes As I carry wrapped whisper In my stride
I have been hushed up For my pain The do’s and don’ts there’s a list I gain As the festivities are coming In a fleet I need to calculate My days to be neat
Lest I will be away Just a spectator Won’t be allowed to touch The idol of clay She doesn’t …bleed But her part in me does I won’t be inclusive in ritual Celebrate or sway I bleed hence I will be away
I cannot go in the kitchen not touch the utensils sauce and pickle the worship place is out of reach you are meant to follow this, they preach
Am I dirty Am I impure? I defy you I am everything but not this for sure I am on a journey to womanhood I am on a journey to progeny I am on a journey to bring nature within me
I defy your norms I defy what you preach I take pride in my blood and say Yes, I bleed.
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