Everyone speaks of
Woman's Blood,
Its sacredness.
Moontime comes,
We bleed,
That blood signals Life.
But what of
Woman's Blood,
Shed with needle,
Mending family's clothes.
We prick a finger,
We bleed,
That blood signals Life.
And what of
Woman's Blood,
Shed with knife,
Perparing family's food.
We knick a finger,
We bleed,
That blood signals Life.
And what of
Woman's Blood,
Shed with toil.
We housekeep, We comfort,
We smile, We listen.
We touch a heart,
We bleed love,
That love signals Life.
~poem © by me~
~digital artwork © by me~
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This is another entry in the ColorChallenge which @kalemandra began. It's been such fun participating in it each day since I've been here! 
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