Menarche ( /mɨˈnɑrkiː/ mə-NAR-kee; Greek: μήν moon + αρχή beginning) is the first menstrual cycle, or first menstrual bleeding, in female human beings. From both social and medical perspectives it is often considered the central event of female puberty, as it signals the possibility of fertility.
Girls experience menarche at different ages. The timing of menarche is influenced by female biology, as well as genetic and environmental factors, especially nutritional factors. The average age of menarche has declined over the last century but the magnitude of the decline and the factors responsible remain subjects of contention. The worldwide average age of menarche is very difficult to estimate accurately, and it varies significantly by geographical region, race, ethnicity and other characteristics. Various estimates have placed it at 13.0 Some estimates suggest that the median age of menarche worldwide is 14, and that there is a later age of onset in Asian populations compared to the West. The average age of menarche is about 12.5 years in the United States, 12.72 in Canada, 12.9 in the UK and 13.06 ± 0.10 years in Iceland. A study on girls in Istanbul, Turkey, found the median age at menarche to be 12.74 years.
The Queen had a feint had a fall
Don't give me ether or open my vein I'm sane
I know I'm sane
I don't give a care for the crown or the shield
I will not protect you or happily yield
To the one who makes me come undone
Who was born and in what way
All the fields and poppies ay
Who was born and in what way
All the fields
The Queen is walking away with only her stockings on
Waving having forbidden pears and song
Valiant and the colours are too gold
Colours of the morning old
Who was born and in what way
All the fields and poppies ay
Who was born and in what way
All the fields
Monarch now lay (your) jeweled head
Monarch now lay (your) jeweled head
Monarch now lay your jeweled
Monarch now lay your jeweled head
Monarch now lay your jeweled head
Monarch now lay your jeweled head
The Queen saw the beast in the ribs of the garden
Husband dear you are nearer to the eye
You're thrown places you wouldn't hold a pardon stroked
By the hand of God
By the hand of God
Through you is so cruel
Who was born and in what way
He waits and watches, eyes wide open
Muscles tensed, skin cold, body locked and frozen
Waiting and watching, hands tied by some unknown fear
Clenched hands, shaking, until the apparition appears
You've opened doors
Sold your soul
You've opened doors
Sold your soul
You've opened doors to sovereign pain
(Sold your soul for political gain)
Mercy forgotten and soldiers are marching
Tension is twisting in your mind
Grey skies are calling for torpor in your life
Exiled from paradise; again
As we dance a bloody waltz...
As we dance a bloody waltz...
Convulsive marionettes, dancing, held by knotted string
Tangled within discount politics and toxic streams
Poison
Into my eyes
Swallow
All of the lies
I’m trying my hardest
Not to be a target
Don’t try to save me
I’m going my own way
You must think that I’m a fool
Butterfly in winter out of her cocoon
Now the wind blows so bitterly
I will never know my destiny
I could have gone your way
Something inside wasn’t right
I tried to please you
To do just as you asked
I followed you
I swear I tried my best
You must think that I’m a fool
Butterfly in winter out of my cocoon
Now the wind blows so bitterly
I will never know my destiny
Now the world is mine
I’m flying all alone
I can see for miles clearly in the glow
You may think I’m scared but I know I am okay
The father turns his anger on his own flesh and bone
As the boy who kneels before him takes his punishment alone
Each blow clearly echoes through his broken home
Just as every hurt and painful word prepares him for the throne
He can't escape the man that someday he'll become
Descendant of the scars he holds inside
The crown is handed down and he'll take on a role the violent
Monarchy has left behind
Keep your feelings in hiding
While the Monarch's presiding
In each bruise the makings of his new heir are sown not knowing
That the seeds he plants bear only violence when their grown
The boy will struggle with these lessons all his life
As the essence of the king, his father manifest in time
He'll bear the crown of anger, rise to seal his fate
As the offspring and successor to the man who taught him hate
He can't escape the man that someday he'll become
Descendant of the scars he holds inside
The crown is handed down and he'll take on a role the violent
Monarchy has left behind
The sons who follow in his bloodline will succumb to age old
Madness that they cannot fight
The crown is handed down and they'll take on the role the violent