Yes, I Bleed!
Yes, I Bleed!
As I turned thirteen
One day, my mother triumphed with joy
And I was declared a queen.
A queen with no crown
But the red reasons that made me feel down.
My mom said,
"You are blessed
It is the privilege that you have.
As you are a girl, it is written in your name
It isn't any shame
Yes, we bleed but we can't claim
Because people could call it feminism
Or maybe just give the name of fame!"
One day as I walked to the temple
Seeing a bleeding woman
Though a human
Laughed and said the fortuity of superstitions,
"Go back dear woman.
No one will praise your devotion!"
I went back to my home
Sat my dad and next to him - my bro.
As the newspaper blocked their faces
And the riots blocked their mind
A pain inside me was making loud noise.
Hurriedly I said, "Dad..."
But unfortunately, louder were the riots
I was shushed and taught to be quiet.
One day in the school
As I stood up from the stool,
Running came my friend
"Sit! Sit! Sit!"
She whispered, "Ekta there's STAIN!"
Others followed, "Sit someone will see it!"
CONCERNED, they weren't about the stain
But the eyes which could feel ashamed.
Ashamed, my foot!
How can you forget that these are your holy roots!
My dad, my brother, my male friends
No one ever asked me how it really felt.
Confused I was
My pain never learnt to unveil its powers and thoughts.
But somewhere in the drawer
My diary echoed bravery
As it unveiled a book under it
That read -
"Yes, I Bleed and It's My Honour!"