Girls write poems about menstruating

Here's the proof:



I bleed.
I bleed for your sins.
Every month.
Every month I atone,
for the great loss.
The great loss of Paradise.
I am purged.
Purged of the ancient evil.
I am pained.
Pained by the seed you sewed.
I will reep.
I will reep, as you have been doing for centuries.
My body writhes.
Writhes with the liquid of remorse.
Hot is the heat.
The heat that feeds the seed.
Thank you.
Thank you Eve.