If My Vagina Were a Gun

(In response to this poem by almost the same title)

If my vagina were a gun, how careful I would be,
knowing that it could mean life or death to somebody.
If my vagina were a gun, yes I'd treat it with care,
and carry it (concealed of course) with me everywhere.
If my vagina were a gun, I'd assume that it was armed
so I could keep it safe from children, and so they would not be harmed.
If my vagina were a gun, I would not lend it to just any man.
Still, there'd always be a risk that something would not go as planned.
And if my vagina were a gun, an accident could mean dead.
But the magic of vaginas is they're designed to bring life instead.