Women leak from every orifice
Tears sweat cum milk blood spit
We never think that much about the mess.
We irrigate the world then clean it
With paper, pad, or tissue or a cloth
We wipe our sorrow and our joy
On children, lovers, self, we drown each loss
Or happiness, and just watch days go by
Because our liquid state is who we are.
We leak, we wipe it up, and then move on
Past your disgusted face, we roll our eyes
’cause women leak, and stain, then wash it up
You think superior your clean male lives
But without these leaky women, dust.