I didn't win the vagina lottery

wasn't born with one

haven't been able to find one

ready willing able to hold me

even for that little bit of time

for me to spew renew

left to my own devices I fall

on my knees and say words

directed to the vast heavens

take away this blasted curse

send rain wash me

cleanse my aching soul mind

hands clenched white tears

unashamed I can't do it by

myself alone unassisted sole

help help me Rhonda

Abba Hercules Diane

I can't make it one more day