If you don’t “mind” the “V” word, read on. But remember, I warned you. Also, to anyone who objects, please remember: COPYING, XEROXING, AND DISTRIBUTING MY WORK IS A COPYRIGHT VIOLATION. YOU MAY GO TO JAIL. (I have had mean “stalkers” lately.)

OK, the snarky scolding is out of the way. Fasten your seatbelts!

Me & V
BFF 001
I am a woman.

Each morning I
sit on my vagina and drink coffee.

Every day is
Take Your Vagina To Work Day.

“Betty” watches
while I pee and used to
participate in my monthlies.

She knows my husband. Well.

Me and my vagina have been
through thick and…

I’ve taken care of her for years.
In return, she opened wide and
helped deliver my baby girl.

Me and my vagina: BFFs.

So, Congress, don’t tread on us.
Together, we are a formidable foe.

Just ask my ex.

© 2014 Poetry and Artwork by Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

First, a disclaimer: Betty is not really my BFF. My friend John in Philadelphia is. Somehow, I know that this particular order in the greater scheme of things will bring him comfort… and a laugh.

When ABC Wednesday asked for poems about the letter V… well, ’nuff said!! Peace and reproductive rights for all, unless you want to outlaw Viagra and submit tests on fathers before termination of pregnancies, Amy