Dear period,

My self-love plummets

When you’re around


My face turns red

With both anger and confusion

As you ruin every encounter

And let everyone come to the conclusion


That I’m delusional.


I must be

After all

Grief is released with every cry I let out

Every complaint I give

Releasing the part of me

I thought I could control


I’m being told to stay silent

Not to let the world know

I’m on it

لان انا نجسة


والعالم يكره هذه الكلمة


Because I’m a woman

And I know it’s a gruesome cycle

So don’t blame my emotions

On something once called spiteful.


A young Kuwaiti amateur poet who goes by N.R..You can find all sorts of her art, ranging from poetry to photography, on Instagram.


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