Many of us
Grow up thinking
What is in between our legs is
Dirty
Unmentionable
Scandalous
Need to be locked up
Secret to be hidden
It has so many
Other names
Too funky
To call it what it is
No one sat down
To break it down
It is our temple
Source of love
And strength
It is
For life
For warmth
For passion
The vessel
To the luminosity
To the light that
Loves us
Cares for us
Protects us
I would hope
For our men
To know that
But in times of struggle
Instead of
Embrace and adornment
Men enter our temples
To shame us
To hurt us
To scar us
To use us
In order to
Conquer and destroy
In order to
Bury their fear
Our strength is
Not to be tested
Yet testing continues
What doesn't kill us
Will make us stronger
But would it make us
More beautiful?
But would it make us
More loving?
And what do
All the pain agony scars destruction
Bestowed upon us
Say about all of us?