The Colour Red
I wake up in the puddle of my own blood
on this day of colours.
But this time,I celebrate my colour.
The colour of red not the colour of filth
The colour of my strength not the fraility
The colour of me growing into a woman, and so a warrior.
The colour that brings life to this mankind.
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