Women and Art: Poetry
Ode to my pussy
My dear pussy
Ever often so juicy
Thought I’d take this time
To honour you with a few rhymes
Just so you know
I ain’t no ho
Who’ll use you to her own ends
Coz you know me and you we’re like best friends
Because of you I can get turned on
From dusk till dawn
It may sound just plain horny
But then again this whole thing is a bit corny
You don’t smell like fish
And that whole thing about you tasting like chicken is just a wish
Just another product of patriarchy
Spread around by boys who got lucky
Enough to part your red lips
And probe you with their chapped lips
Which brings me to another point:
All them names to refer to you that have been coined
Vagina is just too damn clinical!
Yes doctor, while you’re at it can you cure my angina – too cynical!
Cunt is too rude
Poonanee is too cute
While beaver’s plain weird
And muff makes you sound like just a hole with a beard
Of all these names it’s pussy I prefer
For its casual attitude – that savoir faire
None of that “the portal from whence all babes are born”
If you look at it long enough it’s just as porn
You’ve been fingered
And ‘lingered’
Poked at
And smoked at (we wont even go there)
You’ve been scrubbed and shaven
Which I can only imagine has left you shaken
And let’s not talk about waxing
Sides, I don’t hear you axing
I know I’ve cursed your monthly bleeds
But I guess that fulfils certain needs
Coz I read somewhere that war is menstrual envy
Just think: if men had periods battlefields would be empty
All this referring to you to you in the second person is strange
So skitzofrenikly deranged
Coz I is you and you is me
We cannot exist apart and still be free
Someday I might wanna remove pieces from you
Experiment a little bit on you
I’ve always wondered what you’d look like with relaxed hair
Sadly though you might be raped,
which sometimes makes me not wanna take you out for air
Thru all this though just know I love you
And if you feel me just get wet and keep it true
© Lerato Malimabe
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