Dominique Christina – “The Period Poem”

So let me be very clear. I wrote this
poem a very specific intent. I have a 13 year old daughter. It is important to me
that I throw every part of my experience Whatever wisdom I’ve gleaned from that,
every part of my backbone Toward her to sustain her, to offer her
language that lifts her up and keeps her up That said, there is for me a necessary
conversation that seeks to undermine the Shaming that happens to some girls
around menstruation. I had that experience of starting my career and
seventh grade boys, you know, finding out That I had started period and then, you
know, it was some shit like you know You be in the class with the frantic like
“Gotta go to the bathroom now” wave and then Like “Ugh you’re on your period aren’t you ugh”. You know that dumb shit. And so with daughter you know like she starts her period and she’s stricken And walks out the bathroom looking like she’s died or something And I wanted to undermine that So I threw her period party My homies rolled up dressed in red and it was red and it was red food, red drink… *crowd cheers and applause* And it was great so, you know, all red everything.
Fuck it. So that’s what it was, It was wonderful and then when I was in Austin, Texas for Women of the World this year, She sent me a screenshot of a tweet and
in 140 characters this dummy, you know, Damn near up undermined my legacy. This is my response to aforementioned dummy. Dude on Twitter says, quote, “I was having sex
with my girlfriend when she started her period I dumped that bitch immediately,” end quote. Dear Nameless Dummy on Twitter, You’re the reason my daughter cried
funeral tears when she started her period The sudden grief all young girls
feel after the matriculation from childhood And the induction into a
reality that they don’t have to Negotiate you and your disdain for what
a woman’s body can do. Herein begins an anatomy lesson infused with feminist
politics because I hate you *crowd laughter and applause* There is a thing called the uterus It sheds itself every 28 days or so Or in my case every 23 days. I’ve always been a
rule breaker. That’s the anatomy part. I digress. The feminist politics part is that women know how to let things go. How to let a dying thing leave the body, how to
become new, how to regenerate, how to wax and wane, Not unlike the moon and tides,
both of which influence how you behave. I digress Women have vaginas that can speak to
each other. By this, I mean When we’re with our friends, our sisters, our mothers, Our menstrual cycles will actually sync the fuck up. My own cervix is mad influential. Everybody I love knows how to bleed with me. Hold on to that, there’s a metaphor in
it. Hold on to that. But when your mother carried you, The ocean in her belly is what made you buoyant. Made you possible You had it under your tongue when you
burst through her skin Wet and panting from the heat of her body The body whose machinery you now mock on social media That body wrapped you in everything that was
miraculous about it And sung you lullabies laced in platelets Without which you wouldn’t
have no twitter account at all, muhfuckah I digress *crowd cheers and applause* See it’s possible that we know the world
better because of the blood that visits some of us. It interrupts our favorite white skirts and shows up at dinner parties unannounced Blood will do that, period. It will come when you are not prepared for it. Blood does that, period. Blood is the biggest siren and We understand that blood misbehaves. It does not wait for a hand signal or welcome sign above the door And when you deal in
blood over and over again like we do, When it keeps returning to you, well, that
makes you a warrior And while all good generals know not to discuss battle plans with the enemy, Let me say this to you, Dummy on Twitter… If there’s any balance in the universe at all, You gonna be blessed with daughters Blessed. Etymologically “blessed” means “to make bleed” See now with a lesson in
linguistics. In other words, blood speaks That’s the message, stay with me, Your daughter’s gonna teach you what all men Must one day come to know; that women
made of moonlight magic and macabre, Will make you know the blood. We’re gonna get
it all over the sheets and car seats. We gonna do that. We gonna introduce you to
our insides, period, and if you are as Unprepared as we sometimes are, it’ll get all
over you and leave it forever stained So to my darling, Should any fool mishandle the wild geography of your body, How it rides a red running current, like any good wolf
or witch, well then just bleed, boo. Give that blood a biblical name. Something of stone and mortar. Name it after Eve’s first rebellion in that garden Name it after the last little girl to have her genitals mutilated in Kinshasa That was this morning. Give it as many syllables as there are unreported rape cases. Name the blood something holy Something mighty, something unlanguageable, something in hieroglyphs, Something that sounds like the end of the world. Name it for the war between your legs And for the women who
will not be nameless here. Just bleed anyhow. Spill your impossable scripture all
over the good furniture. Bleed and bleed and bleed On everything he loves Period.

100 Replies to “Dominique Christina – “The Period Poem””

  1. I don't think I've ever loved another video on Youtube as much as this. THANK YOU Dominique Christina for being fearless and encouraging other women to be fearless when faced with the dummies of the world who think menstruation should be shamed and mocked.

  2. I'm on my period with really bad cramps and my friend sends me this, so I watch it for like the 5th time. This poem makes me feel better. Reminds me that it may hurt but that I am strong. I am a woman who can deal with the blood and the pain. I can take this, I can take anything and so can any woman.💫🌿

  3. Honestly man at my high school and now in university people honestly gave 0 fucks we would walk up to one of our girls and be like hey babe you got supplies and they’d be like yeah sure and hand them over in the middle of everyone and no one gave a shit, if people were annoying you and you were on your period you would tell them straight to their faces to back the fuck up before they get their ass beat because you are not in the mood for their shit with your uterus attempting to commit suicide within your body, we always had that one main chick who was like the mum of the group and would pack their supply bag with extra panadol, pads, tampons, makeup, bandaids etc (and on more than one occasion the tampons were used for more then just periods usually broken or bleeding noses when the boys or girls got into a fight or did something stupid) and when you’d get those few teachers (usually young male sub teachers straight outta uni) that wouldn’t let you go to the toilets even after asking like three times and trying to hint you were on you period by straining the word ‘need’ and making your eyes really wide when saying you needed to go to the toilet so eventually you just look them in the eyes and say generally something along the lines of ‘I’m bleeding outta my vagina im going to the fucking toilet’ before leaving the room and all you could hear behind you was the rest of the class cheering it’s fucking great there’s no shame over here with it and you don’t get shamed for it the only people we weren’t so open around were the grade 7s or younger just to try to preserve their innocence for a while longer before they had to start worrying about all that


  5. Every time I’m on my period I watch this and start yelling about people being idiots while crying. Guess why I’m here now…

  6. If I'm fighting with anyone and they say "are you like on your period or something?" I say "I started my day in a pool of my own blood, is that how you would like me to end yours?"

  7. woooh just watched it, but amazing just… "see its possible that we know the world better because of the blood that visits some of us….. so bleed,bleed, bleed" i loved the message.

  8. Needed this today. I am starting a new ritual where I listen to this every month. 👏👏👏👏👏

  9. I wish she was my mother, my mom just makes me feel ashamed of my body. This poem really helped me through the shit I dealt with going through menstruation cycles.

  10. She delivers this with such humour and passion, such Fire, I feel empowered every time. Shout out to all the woman who fight battles every month and bleed life. I feel so empowered, and also so united with my sisters.

  11. I show this to my class who are learning English for 2 reasons. First, because it is good practice and secondly because every single damn person in the world should hear it. It creates confidence for women and acknowledgement for men

  12. It's funny how guys, especially younger guys with baravado, claim to be so desensitised to blood and gore and talk about being able to watch anything with blood and gore but when it's a little bit of period blood they all turn into wimps. What gives?

  13. 2:55–3:09 FUCKING PREACH GIRL❗…like yoh i fucking FELT that shit..damn…you better fucking testify girl YAAAAAAASSSSS

  14. Hooo whee! Every body should aspire to the clout that is required to digress the way this body do here!

  15. Now that was an eye opener for all men period… Boo!! I love that. Oh for the man that been sending me stuff on here.. Top that im waiting!!

  16. This is breathtaking. I have a 13 year old daughter and I'm going to send this to her. Whenever I hear about grown men repelled by periods, I think 'grow the F*CK UP!' How the hell will men ever learn to respect women if we protect them against what is actually part of the most miraculous process in our life – creating a baby.

  17. The anger and pain and trauma we are able to blossom into beauty and grace and joy!!!!! whooooooo. yes. Sis Dominique I give thanks for you and all the elements that came together for this poem right here. Shit. They may never be ready but we were born so 🙂

  18. Please open this video to new translation! I really what to translate it to Hebrew and show it to my female students.

  19. Period blood is the Blood of Life, it is sacred and Holy. The Holy Grail is the Womb, the Uterus and the blood it holds is menstrual blood. Women need to honor their periods as a sacred time of death and rebirth. It is a time to go within to be still. Women retreated to the Moon Lodge or Red Tent or Yurt or cave for 3 days to dream, to offer their sacred blood back to Mother Earth because women are at the height of their psychic powers when they bleed. the Word Taboo originally meant sacred. Patriarchy has shamed women for their sexuality, physicality and has brainwashed all women and men to fear, the natural monthly blood, and be ashamed of what is totally natural. At Puberty young girls were honored at their first period to become women and being able to be birth givers. This is a wonderful poem.

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