I would celebrate 4 days of young womanhood with my parents,
4 days of comfort and care,
4 days of streaming redness,
a discharge with the pain of womanliness.
Now I am married into a new house,
that casts its haunted shadow on me even in daylight.
I cease to be a woman here.
I am just a bleeding impure organism that is dumped in a corner.
They think I am a bitch who sullies the sanctity of this place.
My womb bleeds in pain and so does the heart,
as I realise how fickle and hollow my search for identity and love is.
They say I corrupt them by breathing in the same room as them.
Shall I cut short this hideous impure breath?
I wonder if my corpse would still be as corrupt as me.
I assume it would, only if it bleeds.
4 days of comfort and care,
4 days of streaming redness,
a discharge with the pain of womanliness.
Now I am married into a new house,
that casts its haunted shadow on me even in daylight.
I cease to be a woman here.
I am just a bleeding impure organism that is dumped in a corner.
They think I am a bitch who sullies the sanctity of this place.
My womb bleeds in pain and so does the heart,
as I realise how fickle and hollow my search for identity and love is.
They say I corrupt them by breathing in the same room as them.
Shall I cut short this hideous impure breath?
I wonder if my corpse would still be as corrupt as me.
I assume it would, only if it bleeds.
