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 hairs,

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, pain got worse,

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 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 hemorrhage,

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