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Blood

Now and again we stand in the shower
and watch the tide of blood and water
dripping from between our thighs and down our legs,
spiraling with the water into a helix
down, down until it disappears into the drain.

Day after day, month after month,
from menarche to menopause,
we bleed,
the blood of ourselves
the blood of our sisters,
the blood of the women who came before us;
those who wrote the first words in our herstory: the past, present and future.
Women have it all now;
our diva cups runneth over.

We have it all,
in the same way Seneca Falls feminists were content under house arrest,
the iron-jawed angels enjoyed swallowing a force-fed ideology,
and the suffragettes were merely into light BDSM.

We have it all,
in the same way that a quarter of us have asked for it on college campuses
and we frequented back alleys in red states as a hobby,
and none of our sisters of color ever wanted to have children anyway.

We have it all,
in the same way we were justly honored in manifestos of friend-zoned martyrs,
and our bodies are territories claimed by the zealots of our age,
and non-consent has ruined presidential candidates’ careers.

History is content to spill our blood in battle with nary a second thought,
but the synchrony of our solidarity is stronger.
Our blood is our flag, but not of surrender;
we are fated to fight.
As long as we are predestined to an end not our own,
our blood will continue to flow,
connecting those women who came before us
with those will come after us,
the women who are not content to watch their pasts be diluted
and their futures washed away.
The cycle will not be broken.

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