All monthly petals counted, plucked,
womb waste trickles down hidden duct:
“empty out again”- your uterus instructs.
Awkward circumstance, awful ache,
calendars created for womens sake
- hundreds of eggs must surely break.
Society censors: body-talk taboo,
even medical men haven’t a clue.
Is moon-shadow really lover to you?
Hormones rip soft hearts to tatters:
temper tantrums, tears easily splatter;
men squeamish over monthly matters.
Women belittled for menses blood clot:
petty persecution, mockery, unhappy lot;
where the teen dreams of Camelot?
Creator-planned, no pathological part,
lovingly moulded such maternal heart;
sex-special this blood, pure from start…
Photos: Yoliztli Ramos www.instagram.com/yi.ramos/?hl=en
Artist statement: Still lifes inspired by menstrual blood. This biological process is often seen as shameful, or disgusting – but the truth is that in this case, blood represents life, and I think it can be beautiful.