And You...?

Poem By indira babbellapati

</>every month
my womanhood gets
thrown into the dustbin
at the street corner

every month
my womanhood
gets flushed out
in the water closet

month after month
i revive as a woman
i'm re-born as a woman
to nourish and nurture you

you say i need
to be a woman
to understand
what a man feels

and you?

Comments about And You...?

Me? totally clueless. it is easy to make demands. Very hard to take them.


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