Purity
the infatuation of my menstruation as you sit
and pout like this isn't living because yes
this is not your treasure for you irritate
the thought of innocent blood stained tears
are passed through my souls heart monthly
i weep through christ an yet you are envious
of my female purpose as god glides through me
as i'm not your wife for these are the times
of peace a sign that only mary could cease
to behold thy beauty covered in such reddness
for i shall not be vain as it rains and pours
the sadness from a fruitful tree that brings
life right on thy tables where you sit and stare
wondering if i shall break in all this wondrous
bloodied gift for can i be fooled right back after
this purification of thy body one in me with me
for will you hold my hand as i grieve the dead
babies blood shed of my blood or shall you
run out for more napkins as my grief too much
for you to bare as i bleed the blood of christ's care
written by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
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