Afterbirth

Mariposa Fernández

Now papichulo,
I don’t know about you entering my pearly gates
But I’m flattered by the praise / the adoration
Of the yoni
The great mother of civilization
But let’s analyze this conversation
As you wipe away the perspiration
I don’t mean to dis but I must insist on some insight
Some clarification
I don’t know what to make of your verbal ejaculation
This lyrical penetration
That’s made quite a pinga sensation
Your belated attempts at compensation
When what my yoni demands is validation / liberation
Being wined and dined is no substitution for revolution
Being put on a pedestal / being pampered and pacified
Havin my need to be free / denied
Ay please, your pinga will never keep me satisfied
My yoni is multi-dimensional
Impossible to capture like a butterfly
Whose wings will never fit into your
sucia y santa / puta / princesa dichotomy
Why can’t you see?
That I’m just sayin, I will not be reduced to a single organ
An entrée to be consumed and later discarded
My dreams and ideas disregarded by pingas who are coldhearted

No soy sucia, ni santa
No soy puta, ni princesa
I am a woman who claims her birthright to be free
Can’t you see
This ain’t about you and me
It’s about patriarchy
Let’s trace the history of sexual slavery
Hear the screams of all the yonis who have been violated
Hear the boasting of all the pingas who perpetrated,
Who desecrated the sacred heat of the almighty yoni
You’re so phony, fullah bologna, how dare you mock the sacred yoni
Your caballerísmo can’t negate your machismo
Can you dig my ritmo, papito?
I’m ain’t askin you to reform but transform
So we can take the world by storm
Cuz word is born
The yoni will once again take her rightful place in the universe
The end of the reign of the phallus
The sword shall be eclipsed
By the chalice