My Vagina is red… not like the petals of a rose but more like the drop of blood from the thorn of the flower pricking my skin.

My vagina is red… not like the ever changing stop lights but more like that of the stop sign that never changes and holds its place.

My vagina is red … not like the lips but more like the glow of anger.

My vagina is angry and here to stay.

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