[P]ossessing
[O]utstanding power that is
[E]xcellently molded by
[T]he hands of God with such
[I]mmaculate design as man’s
[C]ompletion.

I arise to step into my destiny
Feminine prowess is what has awoken me
Step forth and breathe
Breasts rise and heave
To meet the air
Greet the air
Of my stifling poetic verse
I choke on this milk produced inside of me
Words are the lactate of my mammary
Verbs are the action that stimulates my nipple
The reaction out of me causes sentences to dribble
Hormones raging through
Ciphering my penstrual flow
Poetic Metaphor Syndrome
Cramping stylistic errors in symbolic prose
Of
Alliterations
Annunciations
Mispronunciations
Which create structured stanzas
That mimics the backbone in my curves
An outline formatted only by this feminine urge
To release
The juices that flow
Make slick the lines that preach what I know
Get all up in this
Come deep throat my poetic soule
Poetically speaking
I open up my verbose hole
And let the words deeply fill
So that the throbbing concepts can bust oratory nuts
And plant written seeds in my poetic uterus
Now switch positions and
Let your mind spread eagle with my thoughts
As you watch my concepts bend over this page
Your own seeds will get lost
As I
Please poetic lines
This pussy {cat} hisses poetic rhymes
See on my cycle,
This flow bleeds
Unspoken creeds
Leaking RED onto SANIT{ar}Y pads
To ALERT and make mad
Mentalities that reach into
Birth controlled zones
And poke holes
In the over-the-counter ads
Of censored CON{gressional}-DOM{e}S
So as speaker of the house
Let me welcome you to my
Diaphragm’s meeting
And yes,
Poe-clit-ically speaking
My thoughts have been known to
Professionally BLOW
A few minds
But before I run out of time
A discussion of preventative methods
Must precede
To which CON{tra}CEPT{ive}
Will you take heed
We must wrap it up to protect against
Superficial Transcriber’s Disease
{better known as plagiarism}
But I digress
As I am expected
To step back into my feminine dress
A lady-like conclusion I must reach
Yet,
Without an Adam’s apple,
This poetry blossoms within my peach
Since with legs spread
At attention to a cause
This skirt and blouse poet
Recites verses which
Put MEN-O{n}-PAUSE.

So on a note for the better
I invite you all to come again
And lick each cooched up letter
Placed within another written fetter
But before I loose my grasp
Understand that this release was systemic
Giving each and every one of you
Enough time to taste my vagina poetic.
~
[V]ehemently scribing
[A]ggressive verses which
[G]rant intellectual gifts
[I]nsatiably filling
[N]umbed minds with written
[A]mbrosia.



*Thanks for the inspiration 'Fro...this poem has been stirring since I read your amazing piece "Schizophrenic Vagina"*