My vagina
Along with those
Of all the foremothers
And all my sisters
Every race, creed and color
Inexplicably
Is held to account
For every action and reaction
Erection and ejaculation
Of all penises
Within cruise missile range
My flawed cavern
Is cause of misjudgments
I am much too intelligent
To ever have committed
I am repeatedly reminded
While simultaneously accused
Of using my wily organ
To corrupt and subvert
Penis-headed right activity
Ownership of said aperture
While the embodiment of
My weakness
Otherness
Less-than-ness
Foments the mystifying misbehavior
Of elsewise well-behaved
Carryin’ career criminals
I know why penises
Blame us vagina owners
For their missteps
This source of ecstasy and comfort
That baffles and befuddles
Humbles and contorts
In moments intimate and obscene
It is incomprehensible
When my sisters
Equally gifted and afflicted
Wield the sharpest swords
In the vicious dismemberment
Of my vulnerable core
Inexplicably oxymoronic
I am possessor
Of the orifice
Most powerful of all
While weak and tainted
Beyond imaging
With such power
In my being
My nucleus implodes upon
The enigmatic dilemma
Over which I have
Zero control
No third person distance here
This story is my own
Jesus.
Magnificent AF.
This needs to go somewhere. So everyone can see it.
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