They say the pussy has the power,
well my vagina has the velocity, the viscosity,
and the vanity to make you drop to your knees.
My stretch marks are evidence
of my body’s noble effort to hold
so much sensuality,
and boldness, and grace
into 5 feet 6 inches of flesh.
It’s like trying to contain our entire galaxy
in a water bottle.
My thighs are strong enough
to kill a man,
and he’d die happy too.
My breasts are security blanket,
cup holder, wallet, food saver,
buffet, air bags, flotation device,
jewelry box, something to cry into when you’re scared,
pillow, no- fuck pillow- whole mattress,
and pacifier for the whiny male all rolled into two!
My natural hair is glorious,
you could lose your fingers in its curls,
it’s bigger than your dick,
thicker than your wallet,
and it never gets greasy.
Fun fact: there is a use for calculus after graduation,
and it is to measure the curves of my legs.
The width of my hips that can birth nations.
It’s to discover the infinite possibility
and softness and beauty.
of this body I was sat on a couch and taught to hate.
You know, there was a time that I was in awe
that someone would actually want to see me naked.
But now I look at myself, arcs, bounce, and rawness
and think “who the fuck wouldn’t”?
I am Venus de of-your-fucking dreams,
I am Athena, birthed from your thoughts and desire.
Always unable to leave your mind.
And like most goddesses,”
I learned never to love anything
more than myself.