My Body Prepares for Life

Last month I collaborated with Mzansimoodboard (founded by Palesa Kgasane) by submitting a series of my images that address the paradoxical nature of menstruation, beauty and pain, life and death. Do check out my feature: http://mzansimoodboard.co.za


Here's a short poem I wrote:


Every month my body prepares for life. It moves as light in the darkness.
I am the moon. 
My womb is a measurement of time.
I pulsate with the ocean.
High tide parallels ovulation.

The beauty of the cycle.
My insides ripping apart to create space for new life.
A seed waiting to be fertilised.
This is hope.
A seed dying for another to be created.
This is sacrifice.
My body prepares for life.
















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