a blood line
pain tainted rags and napkins
hushed conversations from the cane field to the classroom
that time of the month
that early warning bloated feeling
yes the mood swings irritate me but not as much as your casual taunts!!
oh lord the zit!
the embarrasment of a blood stained dress
forced to scrub, scrub, scrub away
the woman I have become
I peel away the labels
bring me the information so you can understand
remove the pink tax
so i don't have to choose a rag over flimsy pads
so that i can go to school, work, play sports, swim
build us the red tent we deserve feed us the food we need so we are not anaemic
ask me about
is an inter-generational bloodline
I share with my fore'mothers
I pass on to my daughter
So that our sons will
be better men.