Blood in the boardroom

Sitting in the boardroom. The I'm-so-bored room. Listening to the suits talk about their world.
They can make straight lines out of almost anything. Except for the line of my upper lip when it curls.
Dressed in my best greasy skin and squinty eyes. I'm the only part of summer here that made it inside.
In the air-conditioned building
Decorated with corporate flair
I wonder
Can these boys smell me bleeding
through my underwear?

There's men wearing the blood of the women they love. There's white wearing the blood of the brown.
But every woman learns to bleed from the womb. And we bleed to renew life.
Every time it's cut down I got my vertebrae all stacked up as high as they go.
I but I still feel myself sliding from the earth that I know.
So I excuse myself and leave the room
Say my period came early
But it's not a minute too soon

I go and find the only other woman on the floor. Is the secretary sitting at the desk by the door
I ask her if she's got a tampon I could use
She says "Oh honey, what a hassle for you. Sure I do"
I say
"It ain't no hassle, no, it ain't no mess
Right now it's the only power that I possess
These businessmen got the money
They got the instruments of death
But I can make life
I can make breath"

Sitting in the boardroom, the I'm-so-bored room. Listening to the suits talk about their world.
I didn't really have much to say the whole time I was there.
So I just left a big brown bloodstain on their white chair

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