Blood

Baby! I lost you in a shy,
I could not even bid a good bye.

I dumped you in a filth of soil,
For I was concious of the toil.

I would wrap myself everytime,
To let no people find.

It is a shy shy to be loud,
To let people know that, “See what I found”.

A lump of blood flowing out of me,
And the stinky smell that retains to some degree.

Is it a good omen?
Or a bad one to be sound.

Women; her body; puberty;
Menopause and its whereabouts.

There are few rituals,
That are meant to be retrieved.

Whether clean or dirty,
Woman needs to be revived.

For this is what makes her who she is,
Be a nursing mother or a dotting wife.