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Click heregod I wanted my body to bleed,
bleed like the big girls down there,
down there where it felt so good under tight seam shorts,
hot shower stream
and bareback pony mmm yes
time to be a woman who had it all grown in
things were taking too long that sundown summer
when my first dance partner went away
away until September I ached down there
deep ache for the first time decided to take
control
cross-legged on the carpet panties off
with plastic barrette clips snapped over
stretched flesh, pinched between fingers harder
for the pain the pulse and sting I lined them
with purple bows and green butterflies perched
maybe the blood will come to follow the pain but no
next it is wooden clothespins to line and pull open
see the between legs mirror,
see what is under the next layer
maybe it comes from deeper in?
I studied the tampon box diagram
opened the paper quiet soft soft
so no one would hear my curiosity unfold
lifted my leg over the toilet one suggestion or spread my
knees and aim back towards the anus they said and what of this vagina vag-eye-na
there in the middle of my other “don’t talk about it” openings shit
blood piss I counted the three
trying to find the muscle to push out the blood
make me a woman somehow
but the fingers pressed in, the rounded end of the brush did not bring the blood
just stung like hell, no it took Michele Rosewood from across the field
feeling my breasts to see if they were soft like hers
checking for lumps like she saw in that magazine
and look is that normal how our nipples hardened under the pinch
but no milk came out no matter how we tried
I knew it was no use I was not a woman yet
but still it was that day down her basement the blood came
she shrugged her shoulders
got me a pad
said you should go get new underwear
I waited for Mom
to go out to hang the laundry
so I could confess to her in private what happened,
my face still burning with shame
when I went to bed early not sure which way a bleeding woman
was supposed to sleep I laid on my back
hands cradling my belly
wondering if there was a baby in there now
how would I feed it without any milk
Extraordinary. That's an inadequate description, but will have to do; I'm not quite sure how to react. It's not erotic, but it's definitely sexual, in that no man could have written it.
looks like some of that creative vote disppearing to get you up there. hope you appreciate it, cuz this poem sucks
o anna who swirls her words like delicious liquorish
I raise my glassy eyes to you to who to wit to woo
such a deep seed journal journey back my dear dear diary
I thank you for trip and for the stain torn page
past from past to forward future in the coming moments
of grils that dance to women
I have never felt less competant to comment other than to say aren't there two L's in Michele? - so I won't say anything other than wow!
Thank you for a grat coming of age; and thank you for the courage!
A wonderful piece
With a bit of an edge;
Reminded me of that moment
So many years ago
My pre-teen's concerns that something was wrong ~
The red stain unexpected
And in that wonderful innocence shows it to her Dad;
An unplanned trip to the store
Buy her first box of womanhood
And explain to her the joys of womanhood
That will be with her for another forty years or so...
Love the telling, showing and glimpse into reality.
Your a damn good poet !!
The point being ...
This as much as anything is a part of life. We color it, package it and sell it ... So Bravo my friend for staying true and honest in the pictures you so brillantly paint.
I remember studying those damn tampon boxes, looking for where the clitoris was. Of course, they didn't show that.
Thanks for the poem, Anna. Vivid and evocative. --C.o.S.
this poem was mention on the thread 'New Poem Reviews'
thanks for the literary journey (~_~)
and its not really a problem, of course , is yuo are so fucking honest!! and some people do not know how to deal with that. GDP's comment also is honest.
I dont really like "that part", but its necessary to the rest of the work, showing what the young woman went through in her bloodquest.
sometimes you are too good for your OWN good ;)
xoxox
maria
thank you, giant dripping pussy, for the read and comment-- I agree with your view on that line, its language is too harsh, I wanted to mention the excrement and waste, not sure what words to use? As far as the Erotic category, I had this m,omentary lapse of reason, thinking that I needed to put an erotic lable on it to protect the eyes of the innocent from sexual content eh hem, forgetting I was on a porn site.
aye aye aye you are right, funny as I usually get nabbed for putting non-erotic on something that is meant to be provokative.
~anna
Very real. Not sure about putting it in the erotic category. I don't really like this part:
there in the middle of my other “don’t talk about it” openings shit
blood piss I counted the three