A poem by Eliza Roemisch
We, Red Women
Blood of passion, blood of life
Relegated to darkness and mystery
Mysterious flow, force of being
Source of our shared sisterhood
Signs of passion, signs of hope
Endless possibility
Powerful symbol of she
Purses clutched in hands
Secret hand-offs
Knowing glances
Shy men at counters
Shed your discomfort
As you shed your lining
Discard your shame
And take up the mantel of pride
Wear your red badge of courage
Of monthly vaginal victories
To be celebrated and normalized
For what is woman
If not strong?
What are we
If not beautiful?
We, who bleed
We, who bring life
We, who breathe as one
We, red women
We, Red Women