You stained the quilt red,
Confused what came to stay.
Then nature silently said,
“You’re a women now, I say.”
Realized what everyone meant,
When they said, “It’s a world of pain!”
When it always came and never went,
When you lost temper to nobody’s gain.
When it felt like you were dying,
With no strength left within.
Yet you miraculously survived,
With a new month to begin.
Some shamed you, laughed even,
Over what your body turned into.
They’ll never know what part of heaven,
Had transformed and beautified you.
Don’t make it another taboo,
Talk about it and feel liberated.
What you’re going through,
Only leaves you unabated.