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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.

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