I can imagine a world Where periods are loved I want you to know that however you bleed is beautiful Whether it is a gush or a trickle Whether you bleed through your cloth Or all over your bed (Read full piece in caption) Rejection drowns the beauty in my flow Golden yet crimson is my flow The ground I sit tells the world my misery The crimson brighten only the ground I sit I yearn to plead with my helper for a moment
