If You’re Too Grossed Out To Share This Video, Then You’re Exactly Why It Exists

I like to think of myself as a confident, go-getter type of lady. But even for me, it was hard to think of this certain female rite of passage (yes, that one) as all that empowering. Gross maybe, cool slightly, but empowering? Yeah, notsomuch. That was just my experience! But for my present loved ones and my future daughters? There is NOTHING I would want more than for them to think more like Dominique Christina. What she is saying is a step in the rightest direction. Her words could be the difference between shame and power for the women in your lives.

The crispy, crunchy, peanut-buttery truth starts at 1:49, but listen to the preamble. It’s all sorts of hardcore.

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Speaker: So let me be very clear. I wrote this poem with 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 period in 7th grade, boys, finding out that I had started my period. And then it was some shit, like I've been to class with the frantic, "I've got to go to the bathroom now," waved and they're like, "You're in your period, aren't you?" You know, that dumb shit.

And so then my daughter, 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 a period party, my home is red up, dressed in red, and there was red food and red drinks. It was great.

[Applause]

It was great. So all red, everything. I loved it. So, that's what it was and 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, damn their, undermined my legacy. This is my response to the aforementioned today. You're welcome.

The dude on Twitter says: "I was having sex with my girlfriend when she started her period, I dumped that bitch immediately."

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.

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 of it, I digress.

The feminist politic 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. [laughter]

Women have vaginas that can speak to each other and 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. [applause]

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, and then sung you lullabies laced in platelets, without which you wouldn't have no Twitter account at all motherfucker. I digress.

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 a 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're going to be blessed with daughters. Blessed.

Etymologically, bless means to make bleed. See, now it's a lesson in linguistics. In other words, blood speaks, that's the message, stay with me. See, your daughters will 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 going to get it all over the sheets and car seats, we're going to do that. We're going to introduce you to our insides, period and if you are as unprepared as we sometimes are, it will get all over you and leave a forever stain.

So to my daughter: Should any fool mishandle that wild geography of your body, how it rides a red running current like any good wolf or witch, well then just bleed boo. Get 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 impossible scripture all over the good furniture. Bleed, and bleed, and bleed on everything he loves, period.

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This epic mom moment in the form of a powerful poem by Dominque Christina was brought to us all by the folks at SlamFind. Thumbnail photo from Dominique Christina's website, used with permission.

BONUS: Did you know that women’s bodies telecommunicate with each other? Nothing quite like science in poetic language, right? Listen in above at 3:14-3:33.

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