Hair
My mom came to my room
and said, “Let’s get rid of that body hair.”
My fifth grade self pulled at my armpit hair and said,
“But why? It’s getting so long.”
We of course didn’t shave down there.
I was too young.
I don’t even know when I first noticed my tufts of vagina hair.
I bet she assumed I would do that on my own.
So I went to mandatory high school swim class
with a hairy puss.
All the guys made fun of me behind my back.
Finally, a boy told me about what was happening.
I told him they were liars.
I want to slap myself in the face
for telling people they lied.
As I’m writing this, my armpit hair is
an inch in length.
I howl like the cavewoman I was meant to be.
Belly like a fertility goddess
they used to make sculptures of.
I’m pretty sure in a past life,
I made all of those cave drawings,
hairy as ever.
The birds surround me and say,
“You are nature.”