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Cunt

Cunt is not a bad word. Vagina is no longer a burden. Refuse to be ashamed of your anatomy. We are beautiful and powerful womym. The source of our power, Is our cunts. That which we've been told to hide, To protect, Never to speak of. That which we grow from, And develop. Where we bear children, And shed our wombs by the moon. That which we are made to fear; To worry about; To shave or not? Does it smell? Is it weird? Does it look right? From our beginning, Our cunts are mysterious. It is we who must reclaim them. Gain control over them, Learn to love, Rather than shy away from. Cunt Cunt Our cunts will be our saviours.
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Written by
marigold
New Zealander
Published
Dec 9, 2014
Lines·Words
28·122
Notes

Been watching vagina monologues

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#feminism#womyn#cunt#vagina
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