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sitting in the boardroomthe I'm-so-bored roomlistening to the suitstalk about their worldthey can make straight linesout of almost anythingexcept for the lineof my upper lip when it curlsdressed in my best greasy skinand squinty eyes
I'm the only part of summer herethat made it insidein the air-conditioned buildingdecorated with coporate flair
I wondercan these boys smell me bleedingthough my underwearthere's men wearing the bloodof the women they lovethere's white wearing the blood of the brownbut every woman learns to bleed from the moonand we bleed to renew lifeevery time it's cut down
I got my vertebrae all stacked upas high as they go
I but I still feel myself slidingfrom the earth that I knowso I excuse myself and leave the roomsay my period came earlybut it's not a minute too soon
I go and find the only other woman on the flooris the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
I ask her if she's got a tampon I could useshe saysoh honey, what a hassle for yousure I doyou know I do
I sayit ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no messright now it's the only powerthat I possessthese businessmen got the moneythey got the instruments of death
But I can make life
I can make breathsitting in the boardroomthe I'm-so-bored roomlistening to the suits talk about their world
I didn't really have much to saythe whole time I was thereso I just left a big brown bloodstainon their white chair
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