What To Do When A Politician Tries To Fall Into Your Vagina Feet First
By Theresa Davis
my body is not yours to pump
lobby or legislate
there are no campaign funds
tucked into my moccasins
or between the folds of my flesh
and the last time I checked
there was no ATM in my vagina
no fuzzy slipper morning sickness episiotomy
no sling back in time mentality
there simply is no room in my womb
for your party to meet
my fallopian tubes are not earbuds eager
to listen to your rhetoric
because,
all you wanna do, is get in my business
and you got no business being down there
if I had wanted you down there
you'd have been invited
all shiny six inch stiletto
but you were not invited
so now, you want to barge in
all steel toe Timberland
so you can cross train tell me how to run what
I have been running my whole life
and I understand your God complex
you've been planting your flag
in other folks intentions for so long
and, some habits die hard
but I'm thinking
if your god wanted you in my pants
he would have made you
me
I don't have time for your nonsense
the way you flip flop agendas
stumbling on the untied laces
of your misplaced metaphors
confusing women of today
with those you tried to deny the right to vote
with all your platforms and oversteps
I am sure in your Supreme wisdom
you understand how this entire conversation
is inappropriate
and since you cannot walk in my shoes
I'm gonna need you to take them off
you are scuffing up my shine
but,
if you want to discuss fair housing
equal pay for women
educational benefits that ensure
each and every one of my children
goes to college
if you want to talk about healthcare
or basic human rights
I am down for that
but,
if all you want to discuss is how you think
I should honor my body
you are wasting your breath
you can not
DIC-TATE
who lives in my womb or who is evicted
and how dare you suggest I get over it
and no matter how many times you say it
there is no such thing as legitimate rape
and for the record,
politician
women,
we taught the world how
to make lemons
lemonade
so until the day
your blood begs for its breath
as you lay broken and battered
some foreigner's seed spilled in you sacred spaces
while those who are supposed to protect
crate laws that make you
victim
agenda
inconsequential
as they abort your dreams while
celebrating your injustice
the day,
another human being falls
from your body like grace
that's the day you get to walk in my shoes
but until then,
politician,
when you try to get all up in my business
uninvited
me,
I'll be shutting that shyt
down
By Theresa Davis
my body is not yours to pump
lobby or legislate
there are no campaign funds
tucked into my moccasins
or between the folds of my flesh
and the last time I checked
there was no ATM in my vagina
no fuzzy slipper morning sickness episiotomy
no sling back in time mentality
there simply is no room in my womb
for your party to meet
my fallopian tubes are not earbuds eager
to listen to your rhetoric
because,
all you wanna do, is get in my business
and you got no business being down there
if I had wanted you down there
you'd have been invited
all shiny six inch stiletto
but you were not invited
so now, you want to barge in
all steel toe Timberland
so you can cross train tell me how to run what
I have been running my whole life
and I understand your God complex
you've been planting your flag
in other folks intentions for so long
and, some habits die hard
but I'm thinking
if your god wanted you in my pants
he would have made you
me
I don't have time for your nonsense
the way you flip flop agendas
stumbling on the untied laces
of your misplaced metaphors
confusing women of today
with those you tried to deny the right to vote
with all your platforms and oversteps
I am sure in your Supreme wisdom
you understand how this entire conversation
is inappropriate
and since you cannot walk in my shoes
I'm gonna need you to take them off
you are scuffing up my shine
but,
if you want to discuss fair housing
equal pay for women
educational benefits that ensure
each and every one of my children
goes to college
if you want to talk about healthcare
or basic human rights
I am down for that
but,
if all you want to discuss is how you think
I should honor my body
you are wasting your breath
you can not
DIC-TATE
who lives in my womb or who is evicted
and how dare you suggest I get over it
and no matter how many times you say it
there is no such thing as legitimate rape
and for the record,
politician
women,
we taught the world how
to make lemons
lemonade
so until the day
your blood begs for its breath
as you lay broken and battered
some foreigner's seed spilled in you sacred spaces
while those who are supposed to protect
crate laws that make you
victim
agenda
inconsequential
as they abort your dreams while
celebrating your injustice
the day,
another human being falls
from your body like grace
that's the day you get to walk in my shoes
but until then,
politician,
when you try to get all up in my business
uninvited
me,
I'll be shutting that shyt
down
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