I was ten years old.

Reality is what she gave me

And my purity is what she stole.

What is named a natural phenomenon...

is nothing but a story to be told. 

 

I was purged by Puberty.

I never asked her to come into my life.

Ever since she made me bleed,

I did not know what else would have happened to me

When I was stabbed every month with a knife. 

 

I was ten years old.

She invited herself inside my body

Was it a curse or a parasite inside me? 

Little did I know that

She was only trying to help me. 

 

I am sixteen years old.

I have faced adversity in reality.

Little did I know that she guided me to adapt to pain.

She first entered my life

Leaving scars and bloody stains.

 

I knew how to wash away the stains and embrace the scars.

The journey to become a woman is extraordinarily hard.

I am not scared of reality.

The pain inside my is finally let out

Physical pain translates into words on the pages.

 

I possess the power of period mood swings and prickly cramps.

Emphasizing periods on the words of poetry pages

I was purged by Puberty.