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S.D.

Young Blood by S.D.

Young Blood


No woman ever forgets the day her womb

first opened up,

Painting the town red and inviting new

opportunities,

The initial "finally, I'm a woman",

And the subsequent shame.

*

Maybe for some it was in the comfort of their

own bedroom

Or in the middle of the shopping mall while

drinking milkshakes with their friends,

For some it could have even been in the

examination hall, crippling the answers that

ensued.

But the shame that comes after is just the

same.

*

Soon comes the hardly subtle laughter

behind your back when your school

skirt is drenched in blood,

The "I told you so" smirks the boys in

your class give each other when you go

to the bathroom with a cosmetic purse,

The class clown who describes menstruation

in Sex Ed as "when girls piss blood" and

the boys erupt in laughter while the

girls blush and stutter,

Oh, and let's not forget the dismissive

head mistress who tells you "no one in

the real world would accept 'you time

of the month' as a viable excuse to skip

work".

*

But instead of paying tribute to those who

put their finger over the blood moon and

deny its existence,

Let's rather pay tribute to the girls who grew

up without the knowledge of their bodies'

capabilities,

The ones who grew up in an environment

that did not afford them the privilege of

discussing the birds and the bees,

The ones who made their own pads from

newspaper and cotton wool because

feminine hygiene is too heavily taxed.

And the women who endured months of

aches and pains in order to let us emerge

from their wombs.

*

Because blood can be beautiful,

Blood can be fruitful,

And blood can even be worn on our faces like

the markings of a warrior,

Divine feminine warriors.

*

But up until now, blood had become

synonymous with death and violence,

Taboo and gore,

The unspeakable and more.

*

I think it is high time we changed the narrative,

High time we stopped apologizing for the bodies

we have been burdened and blessed with.

This is our blood,

Accept it.


- S.D.

 

Samantha Daffue is a poet and prose writer. She is currently completing her BA Honours degree at the University of the Western Cape. She is a devoted cat mom and lover of animals.


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