tea with the ladies

    
I arrange my tampons in a teacup  
and place them on the dining room table  
where the ladies take tea  
it's been years in the knowing  
still, they don't see me  
 
socialites climbing the rungs of society  
everything in its proper place  
I want to shove their noses in my womanhood  
where I bleed...  
because in the blood is the truth of me  
 
I'm a moody bitch  
a lady prone to mood swings  
some would call me eccentric  
that's a fancy word for crazy  
 
I want to talk about real things  
they prefer discussions about flower arranging  
women don't talk politics  
or about the bloody mess between their legs  
 
you don't talk about the voices you hear  
who scream shove her biscuit down her throat  
flavor her tea with oleander  
and how you block them out  
 
choosing instead to laugh for no apparent reason  
because you can just imagine  
the look of shock on their pulled tight faces  
when Ms. high and mighty  
chokes on the shit pie you served her  
 
I will confront proper society with reality  
a proper demon I am  
as I arrange my bloody tampons in each teacup  
I think we shall all enjoy our rose-colored tea  
flavored with the real me