Women are Cunts

Women are cunts.
We don’t start that way, apparently.
Babies don’t have cunts –
They are just cunt larvae.
Little girls have just the whiff of them
Until at some unspecific point they unfurl their wings.

So we start sexless
Then our cunts consume us,
And we are slicked for eternity in heels and lipstick,
Half-starved sticks, picking at each other, honing the bitch,
Tearing the flesh from the rosy and sweet,
A bitter taste hollowing our cheeks.

We can be mums, physicists, poets, chief execs,
It’s all meaningless.
If you don’t want to fuck us, if we are not cunts,
We are nothing.
Please want me. I am woman.
I am cunt, therefore I am.


11/06