Voracious vagina,
Voluptuous vulva,
Vocalise your visceral vibration,
Verbalise your hesitation
At this villainous violation
The verdict of your vulgarity
Venturing to vanquish your vested virtue
A veteran of veiled vesture
A victim with a vendetta
Vindicated and validated

You have been viscously vilified for too long
But talk is cheap
And I wouldn’t want
This ubiquitous alienating alliteration
To detract
From the enactment
Of my message
To distract
Those whom it is designed
To enrapture
To capture
The mood
Of this time we live in
Where a woman’s body
Is considered a sin
If I define not
To your unrealistic standards
Of beauty and grace
If my words and my face
Leave a trace
Of bitterness in your mouth
Don’t ask me
To kiss it out
I want to shout
“Don’t ask me to smile!”
For you know not what you do
My message to you
Is simple
This pimple
This fat roll
This hairy armpit
This shorter-than-you-think-is-appropriate hemline
Are not for you
To comment on
Jog on!
This is my body,
In its perfectly imperfect form,
Since the day I was born
And I own

Every
Last
Beautiful
Inch
Of it