ON MY PERIOD

 

I woke up this morning feeling so heavy

Like a warship coming with a thousand navy

I heard the sound of a flying black raven

I felt the sunlight shinning on me from heaven.

I watched the wall clock tick

My eyes so fix, I don’t want to blink.

I stood to realize am so weak

My feet can’t move my mouth won’t speak.

I knew it deep inside that am not sick

I felt a rush over me like a freak

I smiled as I held on to my fist

It’s again that period of the week.

 

I’m on my period, am not ashamed to speak

Even though it rains with a red beat

And it drains like a lemon squeezed

It comes from me naturally

And end up in me emotionally.

Like a red wine so sweet to savor

So my period comes with good flavor

It’s the best time I have to myself

It’s the time I make use of the books on my shelf

It’s the time my muse comes to help

And my eyes always turn to red.

It’s the time to show my prowess

The time to use my pad.

 

All I need is a pad and a pen

It’s another period to write a poem.

A period to talk about the blood

The blood that rush and gush

The blood that gush to wash

No one could have loved me this much.

A wondrous beauty I see

What a wonderful world it would be.

Stained with blood so divine

Was an old cross that took the sin of mine

An emblem of sin and shame

For me the Lamb of God bear it all on Calvary aim

To bring me back to glory

My shame & reproach he gladly bears

He suffered and died, not just a story

He resurrected for me to be there.

 

So will I cherish and cling to the cross on my kneels down

Knowing I will exchange it someday for a glorious crown.

That I may know him and the power of his resurrection

And the fellowship of his suffering

Being made conformable unto his death.

Cos without the cross, there is no blood

Without the blood, there will be no death

Without death, there will be no resurrection

Without resurrection there will be no me

And without me, there will be no such period.

A period to use my pad,

A period to use my pen,

A period to write a poem.

 

© Yommy Bishop…