She is more than unicorns and rainbows.
She is more than yellow and pink.She's deep and dark, like stains of blood.
She is stronger than you think.For she breeds, for she bleeds,
for she feeds all our needs.And yet she has to hide and cry.
I ask 'why?'Goddesses are supposed to be free.
She is you, she is me.************************************
This is a short poem I wrote for a street play in my college on spreading awareness about menstruation.
Shout out to all the Goddesses.I'm grateful about the 1k reads. Always thought it will reach 100 at max, but here we are.
Thank you, whoever took time and efforts to read this book (or atleast open it).
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