It’s Nothing That Weird.
You mock me when I bleed,
Thwart me from holy deeds.
You accuse me when I don’t,
And strike blame and then you daunt.
Yes, I get dirty and stained,
I feel nauseous and in pain.
This is how I’m made.
Shame I get in trade.
Don’t touch the pickle,
Say all in my closest circles.
It’s natural and biological,
The myths are illogical.
With hesitant struggle,
I smuggle the bundle.
It’s a silent grief,
There’s no escape or relief.
It’s nothing that weird,
Or a thing to be scared of.
Men grow beards,
Women have periods.
Poet: Clinton Savio
Clinton Savio is currently pursuing his engineering in computer science form Bangalore. He is passionate about writing and poetry is his language.
Editor: Divya Rosaline
Artwork inspired by the illustration here
