top of page

Messed n Unblessed

Updated: Jul 5, 2025

By Leena Afsha Ishrot


I thought I was unblessed

Cause never found myself so messed

Lying on my bed

I have coffin and a shroud

This pricking pain

Remember to query again

Do I have normal bosom?

Tumor! I became numb n dumb

I’m chubby

But not saggy

Nor do I have lumps

Cause it’s worse than period cramps

I pray for partially paralyzed

Just not to have tearful eyes


For the first time

I bleed at the age of nine

Some drops of crimson fluid 

I have seen while I pee

Mum used to explain in glee

This is the sign of being a girl

But in these days I whirl around on my bed

Then instead of bleeding every lunar month

I bleed by skipping two lunar months



By thirteen I am stubborn to be a boy

Who not only wants play with toy

Unfortunately to be a girl, I ain’t happy

All I wanna change to be a boy

All I hear is “Why you are so silly?

Why aren’t you happy to be gifted as a lady?”


By sixteen I had hormonal disbalance

In reply, Mama used to curse in silence

I thought I was unblessed

Cause never found myself so messed


I used to feel some pain in my pelvic

I am aware that it’s genetic

But gynecologist exclaimed it’s natural

I have experienced too much hairy

Along with B6 deficiency

I was cursed for infertility

As I have suffered from ovarian cyst

At times I felt to quit upon myself

It’s not easy to keep going always

I want nothing except to walk for days

Can you do me a favor by maintaining distance?

Can you get some cocaine?

I know I know ...

You will make excuses to stand-by me

But I don’t wanna drag you down to hellish

I choose you and only you

I never searched for better even in your absence too


(I thought I was unblessed

Cause never found myself so messed) x2


By Leena Afsha Ishrot



Recent Posts

See All
Dumb or In Love

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta are poets dumb — or just in love? to the world, they may seem dumb, but for them, love is inevitable. poems are reminders of love that can’t be forgotten, shan’t be forgotten

 
 
 
A Future So Azure

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Tomorrow looms unsure, muffled by the deep Thumbs twiddling, barriers never-ending, failure and nothing to reap At the shore lie the choices, imposing, leading to journeys impo

 
 
 
Letting Go In Layers

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Some part of us is cold and shrivelled, In a body of seemingly endless depth. Some part of us is heavy and dishevelled, Misery filling an unending breadth. Some part of us is

 
 
 

Comments

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet

Add a rating
bottom of page