Villanelle - Aliza Bakht


A Vagina is Not Meant for Sale

A vagina is not meant for sale
Consumerist tendencies consume the human race
The penis is no Holy Grail.

It’s not a sin for men to wail.
Or divert completely from their ‘phallic’ ways
A vagina is not meant for sale.

Not a sin for a woman to cut her front tail
Consent does not have a single face
The penis is no Holy Grail.

Gender is simply more than female or male
Relationships have more than a transactional base
A vagina is not meant for sale.

Menstruation occurs to not just the female
Freedom of choice is not just a mere craze
The penis is no Holy Grail.

Why measure sexuality on a scale?
Identity is not just a power hungry race.
A vagina is not meant for sale.
The penis is no holy grail.


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