The die has been cast,
And it has come to pass,
An apocalypse is afoot,
Upon friend and foe alike!
This apocalypse shall not speak shyly,
Nor in girlish giggling or flushed whispers of a va-jay-jay,
No, this apocalyse speaks calmly, boldly, solidly without fear or malice or favor.
This apocalypse will not sound like Hoo Hah,
Or any other carelessly thrown onomatopoeia for use in rhyme or euphoric rants!
No, this apocalypse will be as a sonata, a resonating pulse that is without word but pregnant by meaning.
This apocalypse will not be a pussy,
Reduced to some inanimate object,
To be poled, rammed or pounded be any and every phallic projection!
No, this apocalypse is faithful and pure in tantric union,
As a communion, in love that concieves true ectasy in passion.
This apocalypse is vaginal,
The reason for which we are termed women,
A symbol of life and of love will come,
As an epiphany to women,
As a revelation to men
And a realisation to society.
The Black Widow
Outside my mind 
The Black Widow! Empress!
Quality poetry, links quite well with TRILOGY 1and TRILOGY 2. I love the language – the intricate weave of the interlacing themes. I love the voice, the audacity.
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Hehe, Julz.,this piece is amazing…what a way to unwind with your lyrical prowess
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Your work is not only well researched and easy to identify with, it is also beautiful, flowing with ease, drawing you with every piece and work.
I am inspired by you and proud to be associated with a woman who will plead our cause with bold, unfaltering words doused in truth. Thank-you for putting to shame the actions of society against womankind.
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