Blood From the Womb

I got my first period at 11-years-old...

I put on a pad just like I was told.

When I told my dad,

He grimaced and said,

"Men don't like hearing about that,

Talk to your mom instead."

/

So, talking about your preferences,

For breastier and slimmer chicks,

Is perfectly natural to discuss with your daughter.

But the second I mention menstruation,

It's a disgusting, sinful condemnation,

Glad to know you're just another chauvinist motherfucker.

/

Ain't it funny how the blood from the womb,

Makes all these men crumble?

(All these men crumble.)

But your body is a delicacy,

Enough to make these men stumble.

(Make these men stumble.)

/

So men can fart, burp, belch, and spit...

They can talk openly about their dicks.

But I mention how PMS is making me sick,

Suddenly, I'm labeled the nasty bitch.

Well, I have some big fucking news for you...

I don't give a fuck if it sickens you, douche.

To mention how my body is sloughing eternally...

Besides, I've passed blood clots thicker than you.

/

Ain't it funny how the blood from the womb,

Makes all these men crumble?

(All these men crumble.)

But your body is a delicacy,

Enough to make these men stumble.

(Make these men stumble.)

/

They used to put us in asylums,

Overdose us with opium.

Denounce us as demons,

Too hysterical to speak at a podium.

They used to jam icepicks through our skulls,

Make us zombies and culled

Any defective woman

Who didn't do what she's told.

They used to rape us with vibrators,

Forced orgasms will stop the vapors.

If not, they'd remove our clits

And make us joyless babymakers.

Some cultures exile PMSing women to huts

Like we're animals, not humans who just bleed every month.

So, you think I give a single fuck,

You're having a fit over a tampon?

You think I'm gonna apologize

Because you think my body is wrong?

My period is normal...

Your beliefs are misogynistic.

Now get the fuck out of my way,

I am a woman and I don't owe you shit.

/

Ain't it funny how the blood from the womb,

Makes all these men crumble?

(All these men crumble.)

But your body is a delicacy,

Enough to make these men stumble.

(Make these men stumble.)