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And then He rested

God made me?  
This woman who bleeds to create?  
With my “monthly curse”  
 
Did He, God, bleed to create?  
No fuck no  
Mostly he stood around, waving his God-arms, and then He rested  
Good for Him  
That is how a man would write it  
No pain, and a bit of a lie down after, and lots of praise  
 
God hates women  
Look it up  
See for yourself  
When I have a son I am unclean for seven days  
When I have a daughter I am unclean for fourteen  
 
Because He hates my daughter too  
 
At least I bled to create her  
And the only arm-waving I did was for more gas  
There was no rest after  
Or praise  
 
Look through your believers books, in any faith  
What do you see, for the story of women?  
Misery, horror, defined as burdens, sex  
tools, chattels, baby machines  
 
And when the crops fail…scapegoat, sacrifice, some thing to throw stones at  
Today.  
Still.  
Now.  
In your world.  
In your time.  
 
Maybe it was God who wrote those books you call Good, and maybe it wasn’t,  but I sure as fuck know who did the editing  
So, go right ahead boys  
Pray to God  
Pray to Him  
 
I’ll carry on  
 
Bleeding
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