To make up for the fact that I can't continue to study AIDS in Sub-Saharan Africa this semester and may not be making the Punany Poets performance this Valentine's night, I will submit to being verbally penetrated by Jessica Holter aka Ghetto Girl Blue and her "partners in Punany crime." I was excited to finally have this book in my hands. 303 pages of poetic sexual revolution, activism and education. "Saving lives one rhythm at a time..."
I'd like to share one of my favorites with you. This poem is one written by Holter, and is a conversation between a woman and her Punany. Its a favorite because it provides what Holter refers to as a "mind fuck". She draws you in with her homegirl tone and humorous scenarios in order to make you think without even realizing it. The end result: Stimulation that transcends the physical, female empowerment and education through being knowledgeable and in tune with your own vaginal health.
Enjoy.
Next to Your Punany
By: Kineta James aka Jessica Holter
If your punany came
and sat down next to you...
Would she be like
"Now Bitch... You know you need to stop doggin' me!"
Would she be like, "girl, I ain't seen you in a long time!
How you been?"
When your pussy walks into the room,
would you have to open up the windows?
Hey, what would she be wearing?
Would you be glad you kept your grandmother's
plastic couch covers when she sat down?
Would she be prim, happy & bright,
intellectually stimulating you while you drink Evian,
and discuss your relationship in relation to raising a nation
of men who don't wear their pants like diapers
and reside in cribs and their mammas' houses
and daughters
who don't become mothers before they are tax payers...
or
Would your pussy kind of limp into your living room
slouching & scratching like a dope fiend
begging and trying to sell you a stolen box of maxi pads
If a friend came over while you were visiting with your punany
would you let them in? Or would you be embarrassed?
Or be like hell of excited like
"Oh my God, you have got to meet my pussy! She is so cute.
She's got these pouty lips and this wild red hair..."
If your pussy came and sat down next
to you right now,
would she be expecting a few apologies?
Would she wanna beat your behind?
If she said
she came to tell you she was dying
do you know for sure that she would be lying?
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