Diamond Cut

Vagina answers to many names
But she is only heard when she goes by Pussy
Her succulent syllables and lush whispers

Drowned out by presumptions and patriarchy

Man's voice becomes her own, though he was never chosen

Crass and rigid, intrusively phallic and foreign

But when her lips part, miracles are spoken
Cleansed
By blood moon sacrifices for the unbroken

History says,

Cunt bleeds for man,

Man bleeds for country

Yet only one shown praise,

And given more credit, respect, and money

Isn't it funny?

We do not speak of blood unless it is shed from violent acts,

Or from the dripping of needles,

Withdrawn nation shakes

Eating pills to relax

Mother's womb aches

So she coddles them back

And as they return to her soil,

White clouds obscure to black

She lays back staring into the splatter paint of night skies

Daydreaming rivers streaming between her thighs

There is nothing cunning about his lingus,

Still she rewards his tries,

Blushing, she entertains the thought

Cursive learning curvature

Lessons which cannot be taught

Songs of the nightingale longing to be heard

Pulsating pursed lips pleasure 

Ecstatic moans are earned

She massages his ego

Only asking that he massage her neck

So she can gush to him in stories

Every passage spoken sultry and wet

He listens, searching for answers

In every swollen button pressed

Her kisses taste of familiar sweetness

How could he forget

From the womb he came

Balance of both Yin and Yang

She is the melody of the song his heart strings play

And yet still he forgets her name

Vagina is not profane

Vagina is not the same

As disgust, taboo, or shame

Vagina is love and life eternal

Vagina harbors your pain

Delivers you into existence

But Vagina is not yours to claim