My First Flow
My first flow,
I thought i would die,
I felt so sick I wrote a letter,
Just to say bye,
Explaining my weird illness,
Which made me shy,
And to date,
I don’t know why.
I was about 12 years,
By then I had growing hair,
All around my Y,
I could swear, I was doomed,
Waited for death every day that passed.
One Monday afternoon,
I was dizzy, I thought I would die before noon,
I had strange pain in my tummy,
At that point nothing was funny,
Hours passed, the pain got intense,
I thought I would be better in bed,
Maybe just rest my head,
I went to pee and oooh God! It was red,
Haemoglobin RED.
I sat on the toilet for a while,
Waiting for heaven or hell,
Haah! My mouth tasted like bile,
I never thought of death this style,
Not in a toilet…
Slowly I wiped the blood,
Pulled up my pants,
Then went to bed,
Later I had a flow,
Which made me sticky,
Slowly I moved my hand to touch my Y,
Hell! There was more was blood.
I lay there waiting for death,
I waited, waited and waited,
But death never came,
I got better instead,
In fact, good – good enough to talk about it.
I talked to my friend,
“I think I have a haemorrhage,
I have been bleeding for four days now,
Without drying up.”
“Wow, congrats!” said my friend.
The blood was a sign,
That this body is now mine,
No matter the figure, 7, 8 or 9,
Now men over it, they’ll be dying,
Coz I’m not dying yet.
By Queen Poet Aminata