Come see the vagina monologues this weekend!
Once upon a time
In a galaxy not far from here
Lived my vagina
One day
She woke and breathed
Surveying the surroundings
She stretched her arms forward
And
Pulled you closer
Taking all of your love away
And held on till there was no choice
But to let you go
She was a little
Ashamed
That she loved
So vulnerably
So much
She cried
So much
Covered herself up again
And traveled
Real inconspicuous-like down the street
Searching through the shadows
For someone to receive
Her contribution
So it wouldn’t just be all like she was looking all selfish and whatnot nah mean
She wanted to return
The favor
So she searches still
Searching for some
Flaaaaaaaavvaaaaaaaaa!
She knows love is the answer
But sex brings up some pretty good questions
I’ve got a confession to make to you
The next time I see you
But hey don’t go thinking that I need you
Cause I don’t
And if you dare think so
I won’t
But truth be told
My vagina ain’t no
Playa hating
Penis-debating
World degrading
Bitch
Let’s review
It don’t make me act crazy
Or vulnerable
Or undecided
Or like a fool
And just because it loves itself
Don’t mean that it hate you
Excuse
My vagina for having
Political leanings
And double meanings
And secret meetings---but that’s another story all together
My vagina is a superstar
A comedian
A superhero
Yes
She saved you once before
When you were looking at her to find salvation
She wondered where she could look to find hers
My vagina will not be categorized
There is no televising this revolution
It doesn’t like a whole lot of pollution either
So unless you come to stay
G’wan and sail away
I don’t call my vagina anything
Cause she don’t like to be labeled
Or boxed up or locked up
She was born free
At least that part of me
Once upon a time
My vagina was gonna punch somebody
She balled up her fist
As he came towards her
To try to keep him away
Out of her
City block
But somehow
He infiltrated the community
Got into the neighborhood
She worked so hard to protect
And perfect
Wow, you never know what its like
Until it hits home.
She couldn’t manage to untighten her fist
So she gated the complex
For many years
And the world inside
Lost some of its life
And then one day
Something you did
Woke her up
And her fingers spread away from her palm
And she asked you to hold her hand
My vagina would wear:
Tight clothing, high heeled shoes, that doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute
My vagina would say:
Welcome to the jungle
We've got fun and games
My vagina smells like:
Roses really smell like poo-poo
and
A New York State of Mind