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Yes, I Bleed

Yes, I Bleed

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Red is the hue of endearment they say.

Yet, they slander the red mark on my skirt.

They say the smile I own is divine

Yet, I become "impure" those days.

The palms which they say are so soft,

Are interdicted from touching them.

The shade of the night becomes darker

And I am left in torment to shriek.


Yes, I bleed!

And bleeding is not a transgression.

Yes, I bleed!

I bleed for five days and I don't die.

I sprint around my tiny world with tremendous agony,

But still I smile showing all my faulty teeth.

And that smile will be the most natural thing in your memory.

Yes, I bleed!

And that's why you exist.


I haven't slaughtered a being or disrespected the Almighty or execrated the best of men.

I just bleed.

I just bleed and that's the reason I'm thrown out of God's residence.

I just bleed and that's the reason my tears go unseen.

I just bleed and that's the reason I am tagged as being impure.


Bleeding isn't a crime darling.

Bleeding is a blessing.

Bleeding is why you haven't failed to witness this aesthetic planet.

Trust me, bleeding isn't an offence.


YES, I BLEED,

AND I AM PROUD OF IT.


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