The c word

Make me feel ashamed like

            Dirty woman

Close your     legs

Embarrassed by the nature of my body

            While you wag that thing between your thighs

Protected by obscuring jean folds

            And extolling catchphrases

Unlike

The something vulgar you call mine

Unlike

The sharp consonants that contradict

The soft curves of

My

Words I can’t even repeat

You throw around

And why if you want it so bad

Do you make her feel like

Dirty woman

            Close your legs        

You’ve got half the population

Plagued by false impressions

Too insecure to call for insurrection

Too confused by the nature of selection

Why they feel like

            Dirty woman

                        Close your legs

Embarrassed by the nature of their bodies

That you counter praise with that vulgar phrase

I can’t even repeat