I Am Edith Elizabeth

By hurtful words

That slice the heart with searing pain,

Flowing to eternity.

The puddles tan, the bubbles gray,

I feel my life just float away.

I am Edith Elizabeth,

I have survived your sexist barbs,

Your interminable fear of my seductive charms.

Knowing, feeling your aggression,

Sensing your unworthiness,

You feed your manic madness, afraid of your passion.

Unsure of your maleness,

Choosing victory over vulnerability,

You conquer, slaughter, pillage, and rape.

Ages of abuse and odes of love,

Other Ediths on their own soil.

Those brave poetic souls who risk their power and sense of place

To follow love and kiss the face

Of artful Venus who left you drained

With flaccid member, resting moist against your thigh.

My scent drives you to delirium.

I forego your stammering admonitions of love

You cast your fearful eyes upon my body, wanton and wallowing in your conquest.

Will you get another chance to hear my cries of pain?

Will I cup your head to breast?

Will the minute of ecstasy invade my brain

And change my body, soul and mind

To feed the world your spawn in nine?

I am Edith Elizabeth. I give birth to greatness.

I am you, vagina virgin. You and I share uteri.

I am Venus Vesuvius.

I create Goliaths

With burst of fire and molten lava

I am the force of nature.

Giving forth on Mount Olympus,

In the caves of Kakadu,

In the filthy streets of Delhi

This world begins with you.

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