By Karishma Mehta
Brother, don’t be jealous hiding behind the phrase “Are you on your period?” As if any thought that slips from the lips of a woman logically equates to an emotional notion. Brother, don’t be jealous that I shed blood every month but instead of that bloodshed taking lives like men in wars where no one survives my body so skillfully propagates rather than brutishly seal fates. Brother, don’t be jealous you’ve been given the privilege to embody a superior sex. Just don’t forget [your roots]
that the likes of me created the likes of you and all the men you call Apex.
Karishma Mehta is a rising Indian-American poet. She earned her bachelor’s in Psychology from GWU, and lives in the Washington D.C. area. Her writing creates connections between science and poetry, and focuses on issues like identity, minority experiences, women and youth empowerment, human psychology, and more