Beware of hidden tricks.
Deadly blood ritual once per month.
None shall love the woman whom hosts this demon.
For just one week,
I bleed.
I bleed and bleed and bleed.
Not because I want,
Or because it is a consequence for all I have done.
I bleed because the woman in me cries.
She cries the tears of those before her,
The tears of those after her.
She cries because her walls are being broken,
Because those walls have lasted her so long.
She cries because her child,
Her yet to be born child,
Has not been given.
Beware,
If I offend you,
I am not sorry.
I will not apologize for my language.
But I bleed.
And I will bleed.
Over everything a man loves because I can.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
