Sacred Red
The Sacred Red
I am dreaming of a woman's country; where
The touches of lovers do not seek to hurt
& words are not used like the invasions of men
Into the Wild's heart, into the bodies of women who have cried in fear
Of having to live another day in a world of men that hate
Andhateandhurtandrape; and peer below this woman's eyes
Charging and judging the flaws reflected in their face
Without a warrant, and coming to take the sacred red
& pronounce dirtiness upon her body that has breathed
Andlaboredanddancedandmoored the ships of the future upon her breast
They came to take the Wild from her; oh, a cry of despair
For the women who are not women; they will not know the motherous fury
Of their sisters who came before and screaming fought
Andfoughtandlovedanddied for the heart of their freedom;
The man says their sacred red is dirty & they will never know their glories
A jug that can only be filled by passion; they put on their foundation
& step out into the cold hard light of the sun like their bodies;
It shines without warmth, overtaken by the Vengeance God who snarls
Andsnarlsandjudgesandkills the bright inside the girlchild's eyes; she
Believes him and proclaims the sacred red dirty;
Oh, for the love of the sacred red; a cry of despair
Oh, for the love of my sisterchildren.
The dawn sheds a red light across the battlefield of our bodies.
I am dreaming of a woman's country; where
The touches of lovers do not seek to hurt
& words are not used like the invasions of men
Into the Wild's heart, into the bodies of women who have cried in fear
Of having to live another day in a world of men that hate
Andhateandhurtandrape; and peer below this woman's eyes
Charging and judging the flaws reflected in their face
Without a warrant, and coming to take the sacred red
& pronounce dirtiness upon her body that has breathed
Andlaboredanddancedandmoored the ships of the future upon her breast
They came to take the Wild from her; oh, a cry of despair
For the women who are not women; they will not know the motherous fury
Of their sisters who came before and screaming fought
Andfoughtandlovedanddied for the heart of their freedom;
The man says their sacred red is dirty & they will never know their glories
A jug that can only be filled by passion; they put on their foundation
& step out into the cold hard light of the sun like their bodies;
It shines without warmth, overtaken by the Vengeance God who snarls
Andsnarlsandjudgesandkills the bright inside the girlchild's eyes; she
Believes him and proclaims the sacred red dirty;
Oh, for the love of the sacred red; a cry of despair
Oh, for the love of my sisterchildren.
The dawn sheds a red light across the battlefield of our bodies.