When we bleed, you call it shame.
You call us impure when we stain.
Oh, What an irony it is friend;
The thing which disgusts you,
Created you men!
You restrict us from all our joy.
When we bring it up,
You pretend being coy.
but you won't understand the pain,
of all the women bearing this rain.
the thing which disgusts you
created you men!
We bleed for world's mirth.
One day you will realize our worth,
you'll know we're heaven on Earth.
Battling with this is what no man can.
The thing which disgusts you,
Created you men!
Every month she turns into a paranoid mess.
Constantly asking the nearest girl,
to check the back of her dress.
She deserves an award to face;
To merrily accept the fate of her race.
This battle continues as a chain,
Unless she gives life to a human.
The thing which disgusts you,
Created your men!
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A Bloody Irony
PoetryWhat could be a greater Irony than the Fact that many of the "Civilised"( read disillusioned) humans are yet to Realise that Menstruation is neither a taboo, nor a disease. It's a normal cycle. It's okay to talk about it. It's okay to share your pro...
