The Seven Days

Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot dot,

That’s the minimum amount of time,

A healthy woman gets her period each year.

Dot dot dot dot dot dot dot,

That’s the maximum amount of times,

A healthy woman is told her biological,

Mental and physical limits.

Since a young age every girl-

Is taught that menstruation is supposed,

To be kept hidden or whispered.

So I’m constantly paranoid,

While walking in the school hoping,

No one whispers behind my red stained jeans.

But my teachers and parents,

Taught me that my periods

Don’t limit me-

The only thing that could limit me,

Would be my mentality!

So the days I stay in bed

Cause I’m bleeding out of my legs,

A ray of hope comes in,

And tells me,‘Get up girl!

There’s a world out there you are yet to conquer.'

Why are people ashamed of this?

This is the only blood which bleeds without violence;

The only blood which bleeds without hatred.

If my body is made of stardust,

And my skin matches my homeland,

And if my figure's geology can make-

The continents tremble and pinnacle move.

You aren't allowed to tell me,

That I should be shy because-

I tint the town red for a week,

Every month of my life!