The pussy Poem
Today I took a hand mirror and stood naked in my bedroom I decided I would pick my pussy apart and find the self respect the worth and the value Hidden beneath between and betwixt the pink flesh I took that hand mirror and placed it between my legs Stuck my fingers between the two fatter lips and felt round. I touched my clit and wondered why men have such a hard time finding it, then separated the inner vulva—the smaller lining of lips. Maybe beneath them would be the highly requested list of all the men I’ve ever fucked scrawled on old legal pad paper in sloppy black ink Drenched in my own cum, sweat, and discharge I looked and I looked. Searched and felt and roamed the insides of my pussy I took it apart, laid the insides atop my bed and stared at them. Written somewhere on the skin had to be all the rules All the standards And of course, the sheet of paper signing my reproductive rights over To a bunch of old white men who only see pussy in mirrored reflections
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