A drop

A strange red

Such was the beginning of my womanhood.

A glorious day

The sun smiling wide

And so was I until

I woke up with blood,

Without war, without injury

Nothing had changed, yet everything had changed

Glancing at the red drops,

Life flashing before my eyes,

I decided I was done.

Menstruation, they said,

Puberty, they said,

But all I saw was red.

My father smiled,

My mother cried,

I just stared.

I had blossomed into a flower,

So they said,

I had got my first period.

Well, period,

I said to it,

You made me miss my first period!

Teaching about periods is crucial and we make it easy and fun!

Teaching about periods is crucial and we make it easy and fun!

Harini KatrinaPoet: Harini Katrina

 Harini, an engineering student of the Madras Institute of Technology, Chennai. Writing is her one true love and poetry is her drug. She is an introvert with big dreams and someone who is constantly looking to redefine herself as a person and a woman. She aspires to be a published author someday. Harini Blogs Here.

Stuti-MazumdarArtist: Stuti Mazumdar

Stuti is an animator and artist from MIT, Pune.
You can she her lovely work here.

Editor: Divya Rosaline

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