This is my blood and I'm spilling it.
My hands are not dirty.
They are stained.
And they will remain that way.
You cannot control my blood flow. Neither can I.
That is because we bleed by design.
We bleed and search for supply.
We bleed until we die.
We bleed, but not by surprise.
I do not lead by example.
I am filled with something
but I cannot call it pride.
I will not lie. I will not cry.
This is me and I will tell the tale of why.
Ava Rahgoshay
