SHE BLEEDS
Eve,
Divine creation,
God’s wondrous portrayal of womanhood,
She bleeds,
A testament to Mother Nature’s rhythm,
Each month, she bleeds.
Red,
The hue of thorn-kissed roses,
Women bleed, a marvel to behold,
It reveals their resilience in pain,
Their innate power,
Their femininity’s essence,
It signals robust health,
And potential for new life,
Whether she chooses motherhood or not,
That blood, pivotal in her journey,
Breaking hearts longing for a child,
Stirring uncertainties in those unprepared,
That blood,
Your strength,
Your narrative,
Your essence,
Your blood.
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