Period 🩸

Photo by @moonlightphotosnyc on Instagram.

Goddddddd forbiddddd there’s blood

That the moist pink walls that tuck you in at night are flushed red.

That the only way YOU Can feel like a star Is when I set the stage

And Goddd forbiddd those red curtains…

Godddd forbidddd I’m holey

And bright white

Burning candles

But not quite

What you need to worship women

Without pussy…

God forbid there’s hair

That my peach

Came with fuzz

But you won't kiss it.

That my kitty

Came with fur

But you dismiss it.

That I take a blade

And start to shave

But you don’t miss it…

God forbid—wait, nahhh I rebuke that.

Because between MEN and MENstruation,

I’ve learned true facts.

That modern men see ass and titties

and their heart starts beating.

But they go flacid

When they ask and

We say

That we’re bleeding.

Pussy no longer needed,

Like potted soil not seeded,

It’s gross, I can’t believe it.

Won’t let these men come near me.

Because I am a woMAN,

As in With — Out — a — MAN!

I CAN Take myself to Venus

With the palm of my hand.

I CAN lick my lips

And fingertips

Blow a bubble

Slip and dip

Yummy in my tummy

I can flick my bean

And finish it.

Sometimes I wonder

“Why am III the one on birth control?"

I can’t get myself pregnant…”

Or “why it’s even called ‘Birth Controllll,’

And not just contraception.”

Let’s give the proper attention

To men who crave relief

But not the thought of invention

Or a vasectomy.

So God… God forbid I let another man cry

Between my thighs

Locking lost eyes

In a disguise of

White lies.

God forbid I have to hold and hide

His trauma ties

So he can puff up his chest

And feel like the prize.

God forbid my blood saves us

That the milk in my breasts ever raises us

That the cream you crop inside of me

Shows the crime scene that you’ve made of us.

God forbid I’m blamed

For my bullet proof vest

And not the gun that shoots the target

And deserves arrest.

So unless I can get pregnant

By nine different guys

At the same damn time,

Like Nick Cannon—times five,

I’ll never carry you.

Never marry you.

So it’s either pull out,

Or I’ll bury you...