We Bleed. For those soldiers slaughtering on the battle fields
While the mothers, wives, daughters wait and suffer those heartaches in silence.
We bleed. For the anger and violence against our skins.
While there are boxing matches, football games and other manly activities.
We bleed so that we may endure the pain of childbirth
For our curiousity in daring to disobey
For wanting to know. We bleed for we have to silence our questions.
We Bleed. We disappear. We become objects. We become images. We become desires.
Fantasies. Souless beings in wet dreams.
When we choose to mould ourselves to the desires. SO that we become souless.
Forgetful that we were the ones who had a dream. Who had the courage to know. To rebel. To break free.
We bleed.