my vagina
was minding its own business
demure, close-lipped
modestly veiled
refrained from spewing
Feminazi rants
when it was given a directive
(couched as advice
condescended)
by a system-anointed penis
(hereinafter referred to as penis #1)
threatened by numbers
purportedly inflated
authoritatively proclaimed
by a self-anointed penis
(hereinafter referred to as penis #2)
penis #1 is a jailer
(not my jailer,
but a jailer nonetheless)
THE MAN
con-institutionally invested
in his corrupted version
of reality
penis #2 is my boss
(top boss, company owner boss)
source of financial solvency
prone to demi-grandiosity
bestower of a project
worthy of my talents
engaging intellect and passion
while boosting his status
on the back of my
inspired labor
penis #1 holds a key
to implementation
of said endeavor
locked in
blinded to reality
in perpetuity
terrified
in that
never admitting fear way
penis #2 may broadcast
his question-raising
numbers publicly
a sticky wicket
admittedly
the obvious solution
to a penis square off:
give the vagina
(any vagina in range will do)
none of the power
all of the responsibility
I’ve seen
this movie before.
The ending is predictable.
Where’s the remote?
Oh, of course…..
Arisen from the Conflagraton 
Part of me wants to like this, and part of me feels like I shouldn’t come anywhere near it, out of fear and shame. I guess the first part won.
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I’m not interested in shaming anyone- the system as it stands perhaps, but not necessarily individuals.
and thanks!
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This, is just how women are demeaned in a male-oriented world, we are, subjected, to their ways, and that, is just wrong!
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Amen!
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