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from blood flow
period on a pad
to the blue ink scratchings
of a menopause mother?
The word blood
leaves its trail,
making wild tracks
against snow white
virgin white
bridal white--
making tracks for those girls,
those strong colorful girls
who instinctively know
all that really matters
is breath
voice
dream…
those bright shining girls
who dare to write truth,
who dare not to care.
Promise not to let go of dreams,
not to put them simmering
on the back burner
while you wipe counters,
listen to Joe Schmo
throw pity parties
or brag of deep adventures
while your own stories
go untold.
So I say to you…
Girls
don't stop bleeding
across your pad
writing across your page.
And when your bleeding is done,
let your writing
be your blood.
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