Short Poem 


Pale face
Messy sheets,
Waves of pain
running all over the body.
she had realized her entrance
into the new phase.
A gift that was given by God 
of great significance.
She wanted to celebrate her
spiritual connection.
But the stigma and taboo 
were dancing like demons! 

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