Blood

I am woman                      I am no stranger to blood
not all blood is re(a)d        red the colour or
read the verb                but all bleeding is loss
not all loss is re(a)d           red the colour or
read the verb            once a man came to
bleed between my legs            blood is rust
men have come              to rust between my legs
tried to grow old            inside me
men decay easily in            moist vaginas
they always find                     a reason to stay
even when its bleeding                      even when
they’re the blood rust is loss
I am woman I am no stranger to loss
loss has come to materialize between my legs
ejaculation miscarriage discharge infertility
wanted babies that do not come are a loss
loss is absence                     when I think of absence
I think of fathers                     there are fathers
who have an absent                  presence
there are fathers                  who are runners
at least the dead ones                     have an excuse
when I was in school                     blood was said to be an excuse
for lazy girls to not                       swim during P.E
when I grew older                       blood was said to be an excuse
for all the failures of                        lazy blacks
but blood is not                       an excuse
Blood is the event                 Blood is its extent
Black people are                        its largest measure
I am black and                            woman
I am no stranger to                        blood and loss
and loss of blood                       blood is code word
our elders tell us not to                         tell the men that we bleed
speak of blood discreetly
bleed quietly                         period
only means a                        length of time
stay indoors when                        you’re bleeding
do not let your                       blood seep through
clothes sheets moods                             smiles
bleed quietly                        but be prepared
to wipe blood                       bleeding men need
a hospital                       I am black woman
I am hospital                       bleeding
every month between my legs
makes my vagina                           a place of healing
men still come                        to bleed between my legs
men have come                      to heal between my legs
but                         all hospitals have
a mortuary                               somemen became cold
between my legs                        stiff inconsiderate dead
they found a                       reason to stay
I let them stay
I let them die                           I am blood
I am good                               at mourning
I am hospital                       I miss pleasure
Moaning                       all my moans
are a taboo                         urgh and uhm
I am black and woman my blood is taboo.  

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