sacral power

Be polite and call it a “vagina”

If you nasty, call me a “p*ssy”.

Those words can’t define me,

My power is beyond me.

I manifest through art,

My intuition feeds off the need to moan.

Allow my being to flow, up in the air and back to earth.

It’s rebirth.

be gentle with me,

Let’s me know you aren’t here to hurt me.

Intentionally use me and I can water your kingdom.

Dance around with me, and I may never flee!

My peace means the most to me,

It’s the piece that contains me.

So I won’t contain thee,

But I shall not neglect either!

This part of me is my lever,

Be clever!