Fire Embers, Blood Life

They try to stop her bleeding,

Control it

It’s too heavy

Too painful

Too much of an inconvenience

She’s just a girl

They medicate her

They don’t ask why, 

The ancestry,

The mother wounds

The father wounds

Sometimes the sexual abuse

The excessive heat she carries in her body

From not being able to be herself

In a world that’s always telling her how to be perfect

They try to stop her surges,

Telling her they are contractions

Why go through the discomfort

They medicate her to give birth

Somewhere else they tell her

She can handle discomfort

She’s resilient

She can be boss lady

She can conquer new markets

And conquer her body

What a farce 

If only she knew 

The Shakti she carries,

Power to meet, nurture and hold every emotion, every loss, every disappointment 

With fierce and gentle love

I sat in meditation

A churning brewing all night

Rage

Not just mine

Done with stories

Done with excuses

Done with polite healing

And intellectual awareness

I sat in meditation and saw Her

She descended to the depths of the ocean

Disrobed from all that she had been engineered into believing

She bled into the ocean

No shame 

No guilt

Her blood spread like wildfire

Filling the ocean with the red bioluminescence of her stem cells

Her life force

Her creative force

From the fire 

There are embers

From her blood

Just life