Menstruation

Oh no! It's again the week of menstruation, 

It exists in every corner of every nation. 

The feminine figure bearing its pain, 

They lose the blood and get nothing to gain. 

If the period is delayed, 

The tension gets paid. 

The pain, cramps, mood swings, and suffocation, 

Are not a disease, but the symptoms of menstruation. 

Tampons, menstrual cups, napkins inserted in the softest part, 

Are harmful but necessary tools knock on the monthly chart. 

Seven days of painful swings attack the tender, 

The best gift and the most important is the napkin sender. 

The blood flow feels as if some wound is scratched,

It drips like water dripping to irrigate the field patch. 

For the bloody one process of reproduction, 

Again on the door is menstruation. 

Feminist stains are hard to remove, 

Dryness enters when it's wet in the genital groove. 

It's still awkward to ask your brother, 

To fetch napkins, you only call your sister or mother. 

This has to be changed otherwise, 

Girls will die hiding their used napkins in the night guise. 

Men should openly accept this holy blood furrow, 

And the respect will prevent the dirty mind grow.