Sometimes I leave the blood on my skin,
To remember that red is not the colour of violence.
And that I am not a victim waiting to happen.
This space between my legs is not a crime scene.
Red is not a blood stained sidewalk,
It is not the cut of a prostitute’s gown,
Sometimes I leave the blood on my skin;
For the ones who have no choice,
To remember those who wear it like war paint,
And to support those who it wear it with shame.
This is no tear stained apology.
Nor a problem to be solved.
This is a not something to be taken lightly,
Nor a burden heavily carried.
Sometimes I leave the blood on my skin;
To remind myself that being a woman,
Isn’t something easily washed away.
To remind myself that being a woman,
Isn’t unclean.
Nikki Marrone is a poet, photographer, artist and traveller. When she’s not wandering around the world documenting her adventures, she splits her time between performing, running events and workshop leading. She is the winner of multiple Poetry Slams and has featured at various spoken word nights and festivals around the world. Her work has taken her to some amazing places and she has been involved in some great projects.
Sometimes, before we are, able to accept what happened to us, which wasn’t by choice at all, we have the tendency to blame ourselves, when it wasn’t, actually our faults, that the perpetrators of the crimes we’d been subjected to, are the ones to blame…
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
At Blood Into Ink, Nikki Marrone reminds that there is strength in the blood.
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Red is the color of the strength of perseverance.
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Nikki Marrone shares her story on Blood Into Ink
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Nikki- this is stunningly powerful. Thank you.
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