The Thing

The thing you have between your legs
That you wear around your neck
Like pearl necklaces around a debutante’s neck
Doesn’t make you graceful
The thing you have between your legs
That you wear on your chest proudly
Like a general displaying his medals
Doesn’t make you brave and strong
The thing you have between your legs
That you wield on your hand like a sword
Like a knight fighting in the battlefield
Doesn’t make you gallant and brave
The thing you have between your legs
That you wear like a crown on your head
Like a king begging slaves to drop to their knees
Doesn’t make you royalty
But rather...
The thing beneath your ribcage
That beats a soft lub dub
Is the only pearl I’m interested in
That makes you graceful as a debutante
The thing beneath your ribcage
That you keep hidden beneath layers of flesh and bone
Is the only thing I want to discover
That makes you as precious as gold- diamonds even
The thing beneath your ribcage
That you pull around yourself like an armor
Is the only shield I want to unravel
That makes you vulnerable and kind to me
The thing beneath your ribcage
That you dress with rags
Is the true royalty in you
That makes me bow down at your feet and pledge loyalty to my king