Yes, I Bleed

Red is the hue of endearment they say.

Yet, they slander the red mark on my skirt.

They say the smile I own is divine

Yet, I become 'impure' those days.

The palms which they say are so soft,

Are interdicted from touching them.

The shade of the night becomes darker

And I am left in torment to shriek.

Yes, I bleed!

And bleeding is not a transgression.

Yes, I bleed!

I bleed for five days and I don't die.

I sprint around my tiny world with tremendous agony,

But still I smile showing all my faulty teeth.

And that smile will be the most natural thing in your memory.

Yes, I bleed and that's why you exist.

I haven't slaughtered a being

Or disrespected the Almighty

Or execrated the best of men.

I just bleed.

I just bleed but I'm thrown out of God's residence.

I just bleed but tears go unseen.

I just bleed but I am tagged as being impure.

I just bleed but I am inflicted with untouchability.

Bleeding isn't a crime darling.

Bleeding is a blessing.

Bleeding is why you haven't failed to witness this aesthetic planet.

Trust me, bleeding isn't an offence.

Yes, I bleed!

And I am proud of it.