Ode to the Bleeding Women!
A poem celebrating the divine monthly bleed
Let’s delve into the essence of womanhood’s bloom,
As we explore the state of bleeding women, a captivating plume.
Within the crimson flow, a sacred rhythm is found,
The ebb and flow of life, a cycle so profound.
For in this bleed, humanity finds its trace,
A testament to women, bearers of the human race.
Beneath the surface, pain and pleasure intertwine,
As the body endures a journey, both divine and fine.
Cramps and discomfort mark the threshold you cross,
But also a reminder of strength, resilience, and loss.
Through generations, cultural taboos you brave,
The whispers, the silence, the norms you challenge and pave.
Yet, you rise above, embracing power and grace,
Defying societal shackles, finding solace in your own space.
For within your veins, a river of life does flow,
The blood of humanity, a perpetual glow.
You nurture and sustain, with a love that knows no bounds,
Creating a symphony of life, with every cycle’s rounds.
Your bleed a connection to the earth,
An ancient dance, a celebration of birth.
You bear the weight of creation, its burden, and its bliss,
Your bodies are vessels of power, a treasure we shouldn’t dismiss.
Honor, O bleeding women! Reverence and awe,
For you embody the essence of life’s eternal draw.
In your blood, the secrets of existence you hold,
A story of resilience, strength, and love untold.
Shame to the shackles of taboo and shame,
That taint you and soil your name.
For within your bleed, you’re a metaphor so grand,
A testament to the beauty of womanhood, so hard to understand.
In this poetic tapestry, your stories I weave,
The bleeding women, a gift to perceive.
Through pain and pleasure, you emerge as a symphony,
An embodiment of life’s perpetual harmony.
Cherish your essence, your blood, and its flow,
For you are the creators, the nurturers we’ve come to know.