Venus Bleeds is a Lebanese queer singer, songwriter, director, composer, and visual artist based in Paris.

The angles, the curves
The points in which my anatomy intertwines
Braided into the outline of a crooked bay
As if it was improvised

I am a kaleidoscope
compiled with infinite colors.
A cosmic spectrum of hues.

Papa lift me on your shoulder let me reach beyond this cloud
Toss me into the air so that my body can grab my soul
We stole the heat of the sun and blamed God for the cold in our bones

قيلَ إن أفضل ما يمكن أن يفعله المرء لنفسه هو أن يجدها. أن يخلق مرسى لترسوا عليه أفكاره بين تخبط أمواجها و أن يحتفظ ببويضاته العذراء ليلدها

Just like a small piece of wood can
clog a hole,
the youngest child becomes a dam,
stopping the flood,
rescuing the boat.

If I tell you to imagine a doctor, you will directly picture a man, whereas if I tell you to think of a nurse, your mind will immediately perceive a woman.

In fact, mothering, teaching, and nursing are just a few examples of care work that societies cannot persist without. However, just like most kinds of care work, they are gendered and feminized and thus highly undervalued and underappreciated.

Molded and carved into a shapely
Porcelain statue, to be placed on a pedestal
Gazed upon, up-on their shoulders,
Well raised, ungrazed, untouched,
Behold… Isn’t she beautiful?

Is the process of undoing, molding, and forming the Self linear? Are we in a perpetual state of forming? We invite you to write.