We, Red Women

We, Red Women

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

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