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By The Imperfect Thinking Woman

In this space

Babies have died

And come alive

Seeds have swum

Connections have begun

In this space

So small and precious

Men have pushed

Mauled, fetishised

This is a sanctuary

It is treacherous

To betray the place

Where life begins

Until it is is numb

A vessel of cum

But your seeds offered a different life to me

And you lay in my church

where you, exclusively, came to pray

My vagina is a powerful force

She doesn’t forget

Those who knocked politely

And those who trespassed

She is the matriarch

She knows

The menarche

The menstruation

The menopause

The men whose claws

Stole her dignity

And those who carried her home to safety

My vagina holds all of the power

And she takes no prisoners

In the name of justice

She will destroy

What is rotten

She will enjoy

What is good

She can grow yellow tulips

Out of the ashes

Of her womb

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