Womb. Yoni. Pussy. Vagina. Cunt.

Passages
to Life

That don't leave much Choice
if being a Woman

is just about that space
between my legs
that tunnel
that has potential to birth
miracles

but when potential runs out

Am I still a Woman?

Womb. Yoni. Pussy. Vagina. Cunt.

A wise sister once told me that she wouldn't be
blackmailed by the Biological Clock

Time bombs explode inside of me


Womb. Yoni. Pussy. Vagina. Cunt.

Doesn't make me a woman.

I'm a woman
because
I was constructed

and the repercussions
of construction
are stronger than biology

Womb. Yoni. Pussy. Vagina. Cunt.

My womb chills.

My yoni glows.

My pussy wants some action.

My vagina bleeds.

My cunt is a rock star.