Ode to the Pussy

Ode to the pussy that’s right, you heard me correctly  this is a poem  dedicated to the pussy my pussy specifically you see she’s quite the detective, always knowing  what or who is coming next, if I should continue seeing him  or onto the next one because she too  knows what she wants  and that…


I wear these words  as armor because if I can’t rely on you to hold me to protect me to embrace me, I’ll do it myself.


To love oneself, the conglomeration  of atoms, molecules  aspirations, failures  down to the way your body jiggles  when you walk— that is the greatest gift you can ever give yourself. 


I let everything grow out of me I scrubbed away the smell of you scrubbed away the memories of us that lingered on my body, scrubbed away all the promises you made and wrote some promises of my own: I promise to love myself. I promise to protect myself. I promise not to settle.

But First

I’m not sure where I’m going but it will be beautiful  and I will  feel again I will  be happy  again explore laugh stretch  again — I will  heal and I will  hurt  but I won’t  get stuck  for too long because this life is for living  and it is my life and I cannot …