No one told me you were a hole.
On my body, a forbidden part to hold.
When I saw my nipples you started to tickle.
It made me feel special, .. different.
My mother’s warnings and neighborhood boys’ stares
made me aware;
You were not an ordinary hole.
I have ear, nose and mouth holes
but none, quite like you.
Dear Vagina,
How come you never spoke up?.
You never told me my heart would bleed
for what you desired.
I now sit in this ache,
watching my heart break
because you never taught me how to control your lips.
They quivered strongly alongside his lips when he was close..
Without my heart pumping, I’d probably die
but I must say you’re really the queen.
What you want.. Who you choose
is what this body desires.
You drive this ship..
Unless of course, I let my mind win.
But how often do I let my mind win??
When you seem to choose a particular kind.
The one who shouldn’t be breathing by my side.
The one confined to the past. History.
You tickle once, and there’s an immediate battle within.
Dear vagina,
how come you never told me you were strong??.
Forcefully broken into,
you healed yourself. Self-cleansing.
But,
you weren’t strong enough to heal me.
You lost your barrier
and created one for my heart.
Now, no one comes close
no one fits the standard set so high
Men!.
Yes, that particular brand.
It’s Women’s Day
and aside these breasts and femininity
I believe I’m woman because of you.
You, who cannot be adequately described,
Only experienced.
You should have told me,
That I would have to view life differently.
These men run around..
Doing the most to chase after you.
You really should speak up, you know..
Tell them you’re no ordinary hole.
You’re delicate. Intricate.
Complicatedly veined.
Tell them, though strong, you make me weak in love
Tell them, you’re why I’m unique
So they need to have capacity to handle me.
Honestly speaking,
Dear vagina,
Do they really know after whom they seek ???
~ sheyla