The First Sex - SCREAM!

Wonders of women - ponders Vigga the Vølva,
how can they keep on accepting their fates
the poor - the illiterate - the females
kept in their place by tawdry tradition
and fiercely fatherly rocking religion?
To all these women who die in childbirth
or get gang-raped to thrash the transgressions
of somebody else - innocent bystanders
to tribal male malicious prick pride,
all the feisty females - in abusive alliances -
there has got to be a way to stop that desecration
of the body and mind and spirit of the first sex.

Monastically the male was the prime panther,
alas, by brunt extortion, the female principle,
the mother of their children was charmingly choked
into servant submission and in male monitored places -
still it is happening in the world of today, why?
The Vølva is perpetually pondering this paradox.
Testosterone's tests participate in power
entitling male domination of the female
backed up by 3000 years worth of shady tradition
and religious raunchiest rabid hate of the amazons'
ability to create, to give birth to new life.

Vølva Vigga will appeal to all wenches - once virgins -
that they should help the female counterparts
by changing the politics of the western democracies
and boycott all countries where female torture
takes place, be it at home or in the villages, in towns.

Alas, Vigga the Vølva well knows that submission
to home abuse takes place, even in enlightened relationships,
but at least it can be dealt with by shouting it out
from the roof tops in suburbia, cities, remote hamlets.
Use your voice against verbal, sexual, any partner abuse,
scream it out in your churches, in neighborhoods,
in malls, in center town halls - then mayhap
the people of power may legitimately listen -
especially, if the female yells justly about another abomination
abuse of - a special kind - the unprotected innocent child.

But today is the day for hailing the feminine principle
the first sex. Albeit the Vølva is painfully aware
whence the masculine pricks took over - when the
alphabet arrived and the bountiful earth went from
hunterer and gatherer to connecting the dots at crossroads.
Granted we may not yet have had computers
because the manly male needs creative out-pour
for the overproduction of domineering testosterone.

But then, she asks, why do three established religions
condone their proselytes' behavior - she shrugs
because most of their pulputarians - godfathers are men.
One religion in particular promises a 70 wives for
taking out another human being in the name of God.
Vigga winks humorlessly at this flaky fallacy.
How many Virgins are there in Paradise, or
does Eden have blown-up plastic dolls for that purpose.
Maybe the Virgins of hog heaven get their hymens back
every time a new martyr rides on his merry way to them.

Enough of making fun - knowing what rape is like
what powerless fear can do to a feisty female,
Vigga the Vølva went through the wretched ordeal herself
and was now pondering what would happen to a lady,
if she had daily beatings or brutal beratings
of her body and her mind and her spirit
- with nobody to back her up - what could a chick do?
With family ties broken or the law of the community
not on her side, how could she survive being battered?

By not screaming it out in the ether, by keeping quiet,
the crime will be revoltingly repeated ad nauseam.
The Vølva Vigga urges vigorously virgins and vixens,
women of all ages and sizes to scream and to yell:
Assault - Abuse - Wicked - Wrong - and last but not least
S T O P VIOLATING ME and TELL EVERYONE!