v-day

Va Va Va
Vagina
Something not mine
Anymore
Something wanted from others
Always
Embroidered on my V is shackles
Key in the hands of the pigment-less
I stutter at the thought
That what can come from me, can be more important than me
Terrifies me
Is the poem more powerful than the author?
Who will tell the author’s story?
When the ink is scared to tread upon the pages
Ideology once sacred
Weaponized in the militia of hate

Va Va Va 
Vagina
Oh how you are enemy of the state
Some states
The state of mind that says that you are not worth your own choices
The choice must be given for you
I shudder at the thought
Who knew that the walls within
Would be usurped by those meant to uphold the law of land
A land of false freedom
Camouflaged in concern
Religion a scapegoat
Ultimate power the source
But I thought my power was mine

Va Va Va 
Vagina
Somehow desired and hated simultaneously
Oh the power within your embrace
Lock your doors
Build your fort
Stand tall
In the midst of despair
Shine bright
It’s V vs. the world
We’ll sell out arenas
Graveyards of choices deprived
Epitaph reading anti choice
My life not a pro, but only a con to you
I beseech you
To simply leave me alone

Va Va Va  
Vagina 
Where were you on V-Day?
I was sinking in my office chair
As my Vagina left my body
A part of me I no longer own
My access denied
But granted to you