Bleeding with a smile


A change we need
from the society that disagreed
We give new life, we produce that seed
We are special,that is why we bleed.

Being the color of love,
Red is pure.
But while shedding
Why we judged as impure?

Working day and nights
putting a sweet smiling face,
Though in the end
An impure soul we named as.

Stains are there or not?
This is the fear we got.
We may cry but we aren't weak
Your existence is because of women bleed.

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