Another great post from a fantastic woman. Please welcome Ms. Emily Robinson. Show her some love, folks.
Sisters, let us rejoice in the one thing we all have in common – a vagina.
Say the word aloud.
Vagina. Vagina. Vagina. Vagina. Vagina.
There. Wasn’t that amazing?
Now I’d like to share with you my thoughts on our collective Vagina, in a four-part haiku.
A seasonal story of the vagina
By Emily Robinson
Springtime Vagina
new cotton panties
pervies wanna get in it
high school vag is hot
Summer Vagina
frat party romance
too many experiments
I am sorry, vag
Autumn Vagina
planning for baby
unshaved before it arrives
mom vag is sacred
Winter Vagina
leave it alone, please
no longer moist with pleasure
but wet when I sneeze
Photo Credit: Zoey Rodriguez
Overexposed + Underdeveloped 
Nearly spewed coffee through my nose at work . . . loved it, Emily!
Profound. I’d like to see it acted out as a performance art piece. Or in sock puppet theatre….
Granted I don’t know a lot of vagina poems, but this is hands down my favorite. Pure awesomeness, and it’s only made better by the photo.