My Yoni’s Resurrection

my precious holy second mouth 
you were crucified repeatedly
with countless nails over the cross 
of this life in a world of wounded men
who begged for faint tastes of power
by breaking your beauty and spirit

like the hand-nail that pinched my butt
coloring my face red with regret
for walking, feeling pretty while
adorning my new favorite 
colorful flowy and long skirt

like the hand-nail that snatched my breasts
while I sat at my favorite window seat, 
singing, my head dancing with the breeze
jolting me out of my audacity to feel happy 
and dropped my head down, dipped in shame

like the hand-nail that dragged me 
into the dark alley in broad daylight
with a face drunk on the desire to rape
while I was trotting gleefully 
after eating my own birthday cake

like the hand-nail that grabbed you
at age 11, at an amusement park, 
turning a powerful Pussy into 
a fleeting toy of fun for a faceless man

those nails did not just pierce you, Yoni
but also penetrated my joy with hate
stupifying my happiness with stains of horror 
twisting my smile small and muted

when time and again I learned how by merely
being a woman, possessing a Pussy gave others
access to impregnate my laughs with pain
these knocks
made me design and wear a chastity belt
of my own mind’s making to herself protect

so today, I am resurrecting you 
to your rightful glory and acclaim
pulling the countless nails
those hands hammered 
into you, me, my body, our sexuality
I am obliterating that protective belt of shame 
with each nail tossed, I heal all the pokes of pain,
I release all repressions of my joy and pleasure
I reclaim our birthright to be happy and beautiful

Yoni, you are the mouth of the womb of creation
you are the energetic vortex that births life 
you are power. you are praise. 
resurrected now, you rise
becoming a glorious crown flaunted fiercely
at the root of this warrior goddess.

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