Blood
Blood
When I woke up the other night
The blood was on the sheets red and bright
It was part of becoming a woman right?
But how come after the blade slices across my skin
Making lines nice and thin
I cry thinking it’s a sin
This is a different type of blood
Not the one where cotton pads are used to stop the flood
But the one that flows when your thoughts stick everywhere like mud
The night blood trickled down my legs I was mortified
But when I feel the warmth slide down my arms I am satisfied
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