Blood is a Blessing
Free bleeding from the womb space is my super power
Red blood. Viscous. Alive.
It’s nothing to be afraid of, or ashamed of.
Nothing to remove or add - this is the definition of perfection.
These feelings of discomfort that arise seeing a woman bleeding from her womb -
Who planted them in you? And why, Sister, why are you letting them live in you? And why, Brother, did you ever ask me to hide?
Bleeding is how we detox
It’s how we release all that we carry
And oh, the mighty burdens we carry
These feelings, these responsibilities, these names
This responsibility to feel placed on us just because we’re powerful women
Power is a privilege, but even warriors have to clean their swords.
Bleeding, it’s how we make way for new life.
You best believe before you were conceived
Your mother had a mighty bleed
That was a sibling that could've been
Or an energy she banished, she said, 'This won't be part of your inheritance.'
I’m done caring about others’ discomfort with the mana from my legs
I feel anger that I had to question sharing my free bleed
Do you think our ancestors cared when red honey dripped from their legs?
They went into sacred space only meant for them, with other women who bled
What do you think they talked about?
How graceful their silence must have been...
Are we the primitive ones?
If you bleed, can you celebrate it?
It’s an invitation
The Divine Feminine is rising
Snakes gotta shed their skin
And wombs, they bleed.
What a blessing, to walk on red earth.