They asked me to talk about it about her
To open and be honest with honor
So bear with me as I try to uncover
As I try to shed light and give exposure
To how “it” my unknown became shame
How I continue to discover her worth and now call her by name
There was sense of shame I will try my best to explain
It was mostly unspoken but so loud..I know that sounds insane
But it was as though shame was as much a part of me
As any part of my being my body
Shame had its claim on my parts
Whether inward or outward internal or external I don’t know when or where it starts
I don’t remember being told about my body
These were questions I knew not to ask somehow it was naughty
I remember being scolded for accepting
You’re beautiful that smile, from strangers complimenting
Such rage and disgust from my mother
I learned quickly not to accept another
Stove pipe legs and thunder thighs
My curves my shape not there size
Big breasts small waist and plenty hips
Nothing but rejection from their lips
Labeled a whore before I even knew what ‘it” was
I laid in my bed and put my hand down my panties because
I wondered what was there
All this time untouched and now there was hair
I slid my fingers around in the wetness
Spread my legs wider a little scared I confess
I inserted my fingers into a place with no end
Confused and bewildered I don’t know how much time I did spend
My heart raced I was sure something was wrong
I had to keep it a secret I was already a whore and didn’t belong
The next time she was touched I was going into 5th grade
Sister this is where foundation was really laid
See coaxed with intoxications to bring down my inhibitions
We lay under the stars talking I had no reservations
He is family this is safe no sense of danger
He whispers you are beautiful and if I were a stranger
You you would be mine
I don’t know what happened it wasn’t just this one line
I mean he spoke to me in ways I had never been
He started with a kiss and put his finger in then
I felt frozen by the words I heard
Confused and dirty for what had occurred
This is the beginning of my relationship with it
Down there my cooter my thing whatever name would fit
She was a secret place I didn’t understand
Unaware of her purpose her value her worth her story not grand
Quickly I came to believe love was given and received
Only through her so deceived
Randy was the 1st man to rape her, me, us
No man had went inside of her other than getting felt up on the bus
She was sore and I didn’t want to touch her
I felt nasty and used by another
So disconnected form my body my being
No getting high and having sex I though was freeing
Recreating and re-experiencing further acts of abuse
Whether self-inflicted or due to their misuse
My value had diminished to how good and how much I would fuck
Mostly in the hopes of finding love and sometimes for 100 bucks
This was all many years ago
But healing and restoration I continue to forgo
She is no longer called a cooter, down there, or it
She is called my vagina this is the name that fits
We have gotten to know each other well
A little about her I will tell
My vagina is voluptuous
She is beautiful and rather sensuous
I will speak to her and if it fits to your vagina too
For tonight so boldly to make amends and honor her too
Vagina no one ever told me how sacred you are
That your worth is beyond any money, promises, nails, clothes, or car
That you are the most sacred intimate part of you and me
That you… you vagina are what makes me a woman see
You were never intended to be abused or mistreated
Never created to be used for gain or to be violated
Never meant to be hidden or shamed
Not to be disrespected with degrading names
You vagina are my treasure
I will not feel shame in touching you with pleasure
No I will treat you with love and respect
No more accepting any forms of disrespect
You Yoni are precious and sacred
You will be honored respected and liberated
To open and be honest with honor
So bear with me as I try to uncover
As I try to shed light and give exposure
To how “it” my unknown became shame
How I continue to discover her worth and now call her by name
There was sense of shame I will try my best to explain
It was mostly unspoken but so loud..I know that sounds insane
But it was as though shame was as much a part of me
As any part of my being my body
Shame had its claim on my parts
Whether inward or outward internal or external I don’t know when or where it starts
I don’t remember being told about my body
These were questions I knew not to ask somehow it was naughty
I remember being scolded for accepting
You’re beautiful that smile, from strangers complimenting
Such rage and disgust from my mother
I learned quickly not to accept another
Stove pipe legs and thunder thighs
My curves my shape not there size
Big breasts small waist and plenty hips
Nothing but rejection from their lips
Labeled a whore before I even knew what ‘it” was
I laid in my bed and put my hand down my panties because
I wondered what was there
All this time untouched and now there was hair
I slid my fingers around in the wetness
Spread my legs wider a little scared I confess
I inserted my fingers into a place with no end
Confused and bewildered I don’t know how much time I did spend
My heart raced I was sure something was wrong
I had to keep it a secret I was already a whore and didn’t belong
The next time she was touched I was going into 5th grade
Sister this is where foundation was really laid
See coaxed with intoxications to bring down my inhibitions
We lay under the stars talking I had no reservations
He is family this is safe no sense of danger
He whispers you are beautiful and if I were a stranger
You you would be mine
I don’t know what happened it wasn’t just this one line
I mean he spoke to me in ways I had never been
He started with a kiss and put his finger in then
I felt frozen by the words I heard
Confused and dirty for what had occurred
This is the beginning of my relationship with it
Down there my cooter my thing whatever name would fit
She was a secret place I didn’t understand
Unaware of her purpose her value her worth her story not grand
Quickly I came to believe love was given and received
Only through her so deceived
Randy was the 1st man to rape her, me, us
No man had went inside of her other than getting felt up on the bus
She was sore and I didn’t want to touch her
I felt nasty and used by another
So disconnected form my body my being
No getting high and having sex I though was freeing
Recreating and re-experiencing further acts of abuse
Whether self-inflicted or due to their misuse
My value had diminished to how good and how much I would fuck
Mostly in the hopes of finding love and sometimes for 100 bucks
This was all many years ago
But healing and restoration I continue to forgo
She is no longer called a cooter, down there, or it
She is called my vagina this is the name that fits
We have gotten to know each other well
A little about her I will tell
My vagina is voluptuous
She is beautiful and rather sensuous
I will speak to her and if it fits to your vagina too
For tonight so boldly to make amends and honor her too
Vagina no one ever told me how sacred you are
That your worth is beyond any money, promises, nails, clothes, or car
That you are the most sacred intimate part of you and me
That you… you vagina are what makes me a woman see
You were never intended to be abused or mistreated
Never created to be used for gain or to be violated
Never meant to be hidden or shamed
Not to be disrespected with degrading names
You vagina are my treasure
I will not feel shame in touching you with pleasure
No I will treat you with love and respect
No more accepting any forms of disrespect
You Yoni are precious and sacred
You will be honored respected and liberated