Poem a Day: Day 39 Pussy Has 9 Lives

 

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Pussy Has 9 Lives

The first time I died I was 7.

You sat on your front steps

Legs spread

Dead eyes staring at me

As you said

Oops, my peenie fell out.

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The second time I died I was 13.

You looked at me too long

Held the hug too close

I told my mom you made me uncomfortable

Her dismissive reply, Oh, he’d never!

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The third time I died I was 16.

You were 28.

A man among boys

You left me after one night, scarred

And with an STD.

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The fourth time I died I was 20.

You sat on the couch, pants around your ankles

Saying, Look what you did.

As if your erection was my

Responsibility.

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The fifth time I died I was 21.

You were on top of me, heavy, unmovable,

Breathing hotly in my ear,

You’ve never said no to me before.

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The sixth time I died I was 21.

You pushed me

The skin of my open palms

Left on the asphalt.

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The seventh time I died I was 23.

Small table, bright lights, unfamiliar faces

My hands clammy as the cold speculum spread me

The whir of the machine tugging at my insides

The check you wrote

Folded in my jacket pocket.

 

But pussy has 9 lives.

 

The eighth time I died I was 35.

No one could see the evidence

Silent treatments leave no marks

Insults leave no marks

Denigration leaves no marks

Orders leave no marks

Isolation leaves no marks

Control leaves no marks

Emotional abandonment leaves no marks

Misogyny leaves no marks.

 

But Pussy has 9 lives.
I have one left and it is mine.

 

©jessica janis johnson



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