I wish your vagina
could tell me a soothing story
about my childhood
with no references
to salt or fish
just flowers and light
who was it made the vagina
a bad place to be?
and how do we work this out?
The vagina works hard to emulate heaven
But first one must admit
that it’s beauty
full of blood
does no wrong
has no sin
or past
or future
It is the Sea men
smell like fish
and point the finger at the flower
as if they can not smell
It’s essence
before they entered the room
She smelled like rose pettals
that cared not if smelt
or touched or felt
I am Vagina
hear me wisper
My healthy vagina
needs no excuses
and does not need to be excused from this table
or any other
This god created vagina
is not christian or muslim or jew or indian
I am vagina
born with no excuses
Bueatiful birthgiver
of the homosapien race
Proud and strong
Vaginas
shed no tears
while crying daily
Back up Sea Men
and look at what
You have been missing
While dreaming of mermaids
And Spanking monkies
Rev up your motorcycle
Mount it
feel the rattle and humm
of the next closest thing
to honoring a woman
My Horse has Vagina
as well as squirrel
as well as my mother
brought me into this world
Not pussy or Cunt
Clit Slit or Clamb
I Am VAGINA
here I am
Not Cooter, Not CRevice
Snatch or the Patch
To the beautiful
Vagina I’m trying to lift
from the shame
and derision
she was not born with
Filled with hair
and juices and blood
from all time
You think it a riddle
I see as a rhyme
Comfort blankets
the hill wont be climbed
the offer of Love
and feeling sublime
My mind in a pasture
No women around
I saw a Vagina
Shaped
like a Cloud.
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