
Bleeding Women
When did the idea of being a woman become filled with dread?
Desperate women, driven to the knife,
Just like in the stories I have read.
Bleeding women dragging themselves to bed.
Women who should be my rolemodels, tired of life.
When did the idea of being a woman become filled with dread?
These women, who should feel joyful and whole, instead
live an existence of misery, self-consciousness and strife,
Just like in the stories I have read.
Happy girls turned oppressed women, all but bled
dry and filled with grief.
When did the idea of being a woman become filled with dread?
Some gentlewomen have said
that we are not doomed to this life.
Just like in the stories I have read.
Even then, most have fled,
Too scared of this life.
When did the idea of being a woman become filled with dread?
Just like in the stories I have read.