 because I'm insisting on holding my hands when I'm sleeping and if I hope close your eyes don't be shy don't make no noise we don't want please he says don't tell nobody what is going on I have a special love for you your mother won't understand me and you on top of me then he opened up his pants and he help bless her God's we suffer girls and boys from a place of experience couldn't circumvent the event she won't make presents of Uncle Sam raping sons and daughters one by one her between my legs when I am walking I have to spread my legs apart when I am walking I have to sit down on the side when I'm at school benches feel too hard at school I'm set to look at my skirt when I turn for girls who consider suicide when love is not enough uncle Sam I don't like when you touch me right there mama said I shouldn't let nobody touch me right there uncle Sam this is wrong please let me touch his wife Tissera and uncle Mike cousin Ivan and the next door neighbor what's her name again mama miss Bula I I hope they are happy and well mama please tell them please tell them please tell them that I miss them mama I have something I have to tell you mama 999 months ago today I went to the doctor to get the results of an HIV test mama I really really really did try my best mama I really really really did try my best mama I really really really did try my best but I know you won't be impressed with the news mama the doctors say I'm positive my friends and them they used to laugh they said people with the HIV have no class and that is why God punish them and give them ears but but but I have a boyfriend mama this disease don't discriminate mama I have something I have to tell you one night I felt lonely so I called up Charmian and told her the story then she told Linda Linda told Michael Michael told pot pot told John and now all of them treating me like a dirty diseased woman no mama my friends and them won't talk to me won't drink from my cup won't hug me won't kiss me goodbye won't love me won't make me be able to see them children them picnic mama I want to come home only you alone can love me but you have to promise that you won't tell nobody about this oh a little secret your loving daughter sekesu I'm living in that time where the blood is marketable like the rest of my body everything is sellable toxic shock syndrome who is responsible chlorine bleached part of lurking culture vultures are sitting on the shelves legalized the pimping of my womb and my blood with or without applicator with or with the wings brand ABCRD don't give a blood clot about me you ever notice them on TV brands ABCD e FRG they don't use red they use blue in the stead and I'm wondering from where the shame around my womb came from it's like some covert operation but more than half the more than half the population bleeds we women we bleed women bleed we used to have enough enough enough blood rituals where women came together and bleed inside the land but now the blood now floor where did our rituals go manufactured she manufactured she manufactured she designed to keep we in chains we women we bleed we in chains we women we bleed five nights of bleeding blood inside my head and five nights of bleeding blood inside my eyes and five nights of bleeding blood inside my woman five nights of bleeding blood is on the ground when war comes when war comes whose blood runs when war comes? Whose blood runs? Brixton, Realton Road, Rimbloz, Busan's telegraph, like river blood just a floor with blood, liberation has a chance. Grenada, Joberg, Haiti, slavery, ban my belly, ban my belly, ban my belly and bleed. We use blood to wash the hate away and blood to wash the rape away and blood to wash the shame away and blood to wash the slate clean. One century, two century, three century, four, five century overboard. Captivity no more. We women, we bleed. Teach young Amazons to hide the fact that on-flow comes one someone saying she's a setback. Don't talk about her too loud in public. Be careful not to get creation on the toilet. What all you might get some celebration on the cheer. Don't stain the sheets with your liberation nor the streets with your revolution. They say young woman, don't birth a nation. Don't birth a nation, young woman. Our young women walking around, nobody knows their name. They're feeling demonized, dehumanized, disenfranchised. We need to deprogramize, close our eyes and feel in the darkness, the deepness, the wetness, yes, the redness of blood because we women, we bleed. And when she comes to me, the blood once every month, she brings a positive vibration with our cipher. No doc, I don't want your sedation, your medication, your pill, your spirit killers to numb this healing. Just give me some red raspberry tea and I'll be tranquil. Ancient mother spirit is calling. If I lived in the bushes, I would be bleeding in the earth, watering her body with my healing but me live in the city. No pods, no tampons, no liners, no towel, no oppression. These sheets well bloody because I'm bleeding on the bed instead. Why? Because we bleed because we are warriors. We bleed because we are warriors. We women we bleed because we are warriors. Amazon daughters of Yemaya, creators of life. Women, creators of life. Women, we are creators of life, of life, of creators of love. Thank you.