Bleeding Flower

*Bleeding Flower*
I am the bleeding flower
I am the one with scars
deep and deep they are.
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
I screech with pain
as blood flows out of my body.
Making me impure and unholy
isn’t it a natural shower?
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
I turn impatient and crazy
because it’s that time of the month.
No, it is because; your unnecessary myths
make me a cunt.
Let me stay in a bower.
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
Don’t touch the pickle
it will perish or turn red
don’t roam here and there
take a corner shade.
These warnings leave deep scars.
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
You say I am timid and weak
can you bleed every month and
still not shriek?
I am the one with immense power.
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
I am forbidden to go to temple,
mosque and church.
Is this a good thing or a monthly curse?
Hasn’t god himself made me this kind of flower?
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
I am not ashamed of who I am,
I will play hard and walk on the ramp.
This is not a disease but a
process of days and hours.
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
I am the carnation
I am the source of each generation,
don’t judge me by my appearance
I am the reason for your existence.
I am not a mere woman
I am the one who carry myriad avatars.
Yes, I am the bleeding flower.
Bleeding Heart, Water Reflection, Flowers, Pink

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