My Pandemic Period – Women’s Voce Zimbabwe

By Mitchel Chirombe

l am advocating not refraining

Attaining not discerning

Rising not falling

Achieving not giving up

I shrill for refrain under this pandemic

And yet my voice cant be heard !!

My rights

Yes my rights

My rights are not respected

And they underestimate my duties as the girl child

I will not keep quiet until

I have what l want .

Why turn a blind eye on my needs

Yet l didnt choose it for my self

How l wish l could turn back the hands

Of time when l am about to go on my period days

WHY !! beacause l dont have the materials required

My pandemic period

My biggest  enermy .

The devil in my life that l wish l could part ways with.

A poison chalice for sure

It possseses me like a demon every month !! .

It haunts me like phantom .

What a feeling ?

A feeling of experiencing hell on earth .

It is the fire that destroys every shread

of humanity left in me .

My pandemic period , my worst enermy ,

the bitter poison of my life.

I am torn between fear and trust .

Leaving a mark of a red pen

That cannot be erased easily neither quickly

I toil to sleep at night .

Maybe l am a fool

As this will always linger in my mind .

Its still fresh in my mind .

This is the question l always ask my self , ls

It me only who is experiencing this situation

of not having sanitary wear on my period days

But l have a feeling that l aint alone in this struggle

I am disappointed in myself

Now l am drowning

Sinking in an ocean

I feel lost

How much do l cost

Yes l feel heavy

But l aint curvy

Why tackle me the hard way

My pandemic period , my greatest regret

Glued by my gender and racism

What more can l do to solve this plight

God gracious knows how l survive

Being an African woman or a girl child

Is always a plight with tears.