Cleanse by Laura Wilkinson

Why oh why When I was sat tucking into my pie last night Did a man behind me laugh When he heard me say I was on my period?

What’s with shaming? Pointing the finger blaming When it trickles down between your cheeks Dreaming oh so fast asleep And I accidentally make someone’s bed sheet Look like the flag of Japan

It’s a cleanse She’s powerful Emotions she will guide you through Hot sweats push you into Temperatures and Heartbeats faster As skin literally sheds Life’s all about cycles

Strong. Powerful. Catch it in a cup I’ll put her in a metal bin if I really must but When I am eating my dinner Feeling emotionally heightened And you hear the word period And feel a bit frightened do not Laugh Unless of course it’s at tampon tax