Red stains, Loud voices

Not broken, not weak,
but fierce and alive,
Her bodys rythem helping her survive.
From girl to women, the journey is bold,
not just in stories we’ve been told,
but in stained skirts, mood swings and pain,
Yet she rises again and again.
Let it be known across land and sea,
not just today but eternity,
To bleed is not to break but to create,
A rythmic beat mighty hearts can only take!
Not secret to hide in the dark, Very natural a beautiful spark!
Not a weakness, not a mess,
but a sign shes strong and alive,
And with her mighty heart her spirit will thrive!
So let’s lift the veil across the world,
and end all the shame and all the fears, Speak of her journey….
With pride not tears.

By : Yesara Thippalagamage