It's Your Puššy.

It's your pussy. What do you want to do with it?

What does she want?

What does she need?

To be hidden away? Protected? Safe from harm?

Or to be paraded through busy streets? Naked? Unashamed?

If you could surround yourself with an invisible, impenetrable shield.

If you could express her. Anonymous. Free of consequence. 

What would she say?

How would she show up in the world?

And why is it that we treat her with such disdain?

As if the sight of her might scar us. 

As if she weren't a sacred wonder.

Worthy of temples.

Why should you cross your legs?

And why is camel toe 

so 

scandalous?

Why do we call it camel toe?

As if we couldn't find a better name.

A more reverent name.

A name more fitting of her delicate, beautiful contours.

Fitting of the divine gateway for life.

It's your pussy. 

May tomorrow bring a kinder world for her.

A world worthy of her.