An Ode To The Word That Starts With “C” That Refers To A Woman’s Genitalia

 

Why can’t I say “cunt?”

Sorry, was that too blunt?

You’re getting the brunt of my affront,

But the world I must confront.

 

Claim “bitch” and “slut,”

But never “cunt.”

It’s far too fun to say.

It makes me gay,

This curse ballet-

For cunt is here to stay.

 

A one-act play,

A compact display,

“Cunt” is cocooned this way.

Consonants collide,

But never fray-

Concocted, created to stay.

 

Words should give you power,

Instead you make them foes

You glower and cower, but give me the hour

You’ll holler “cunt” like a pro

 

I hope this ode will make you see

How words can be the fix.

It’s funny how great words can be

With just a few cunts in the mix.

 

-Marie Pruitt