Fire in my loins

Someone long ago,
told me my neurons had fallen down into my ovaries.
As a way of offending me.
I wish I had said it then
instead of thinking it now,
I wish I had said he was right.
I think with my loins.
I feel right down into my pelvis.
I move through the world
held by the intelligence of what
my feminine parts
carry since birth.
Expressing what my groin feels,
I make for a better world.
I do not wish to have brains,
I wish instead for fire in my loins.