Periods Are My Privilege, Not My Shame
I was a seed in my dormant phase
I was growing from within
I was destined to give this world its fruits
Why then was I made to feel ashamed?
I grew my shoots, I pushed the weight of the soil above
It was the much awaited morning, my dark nights were done.
I was growing to be a creator, I was growing to give birth to new lives
Why then were my flowers considered a sign of ill will?
I am just blooming, I am just shedding my parts
I am just growing to make place for my beautiful creation
Why then, do they look at me with disgust?
Isn’t it in this world that I’ll give my first born?
I will not let them drown me in their oblivion
It’s my privilege, not my shame
It’s the pride of my growth, it’s what nature has created me to be
I am just blooming, I am just growing.
Poet – Shweta Parmar
Shweta is a 20 year old studying biotechnology. She has a passion for painting and abstract writing. This poem is a winning entry for Menstrupedia contest – Victory Chronicles.
