If my vagina was a gun, you would stand for its rights,
You would ride on buses and fight all the fights.
If my vagina was a gun, you would treat it with care,
You wouldn’t spill all its secrets because, well, why go there.
If my vagina was a gun, you’d say what it holds is private
From cold dead hands we could pry, you surely would riot.
If my vagina was a gun, its rights would all be protected,
no matter the body count or the children affected.
If my vagina was a gun, I could bypass security,
concealed carry laws would ensure I’d have impunity.
If my vagina was a gun, I wouldn’t have to beg you,
I could hunt this great land and do all the things men do.
But my vagina is not a gun, it is a mightier thing,
With a voice that rings true making lawmakers’ ears ring.
Vaginas are not delicate, they are muscular and magic,
So stop messing with mine, with legislation that’s tragic.
My vagina’s here to demand from the source,
Listen to the voices of thousands or feel their full force.
I liked the poem initially, but I’m conflicted about the use of civil-rights-parallels.
I know the poet is pointing at the hypocrisy of the other side. But I don’t want to concede these civil-rights arguments to the pro-gun lobby.
I do not think guns should bypass security, or be allowed, let alone be concealed nor do I think this to be a privacy issue…
You could turn it around too: “If my gun were a vagina,
the body count won’t matter nor the children affected.”
Maybe I’m missing the point. I can’t quite put my finger on it.