a poem

Image by Monika Kozub on Unsplash

the blood comes
protecting me from myself
creating a barrier
that you won’t want to pass

the blood comes
stopping your hands
stilling their path
forcing a different communication

the blood comes
i am reminded of my power
it stands between us
banishing my weakness

the blood comes
and I am…

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ADEOLA SHEEHY-ADEKALE

Writing on the female experience, race, motherhood & self-development. Columnist at The Green Parent magazine. Follow me on IG @adeola_moonsong.