Witches' Blood
by Alma Villanueva
power of my blood, your secret
wrapped in ancient tongues
spoken by men who claimed themselves
gods and priests and oracles—they
made elaborate rituals
secret chants and extolled the cycles,
calling woman unclean.
men have killed
made war
for blood to flow, as naturally
as a woman's
once a month—
men have roamed the earth to find
the patience of pregnancy
the joy of birth—
the renewal of blood.
(the awful, bloody secret: O woman
you dare birth
yourself)
call me witch
call me hag
call me sorceress
call me mad
call me woman. do not
call me goddess.
I do not want the position.
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