The thing between my legs

Most of the memories from my childhood,

Are now a haze,

But some remain constant;

At seven when I first touched "it"

"NO!!! Bad habit" You screamed,

Why? It is just like other body part?

It was the,

Thing between my legs,

Thing between my legs.

At fifteen when blood came out of it,

You warned me not to tell anyone,

Why? Is it that bad?

It was the,

Thing between my legs,

Thing between my legs.

As I grew up,

Now I am ashamed of it,

From its curves to its pain,

But why do people stare at this bad thing of mine,

You warned not to tell anyone,

Why? Why do people stare it then?

It was the-

Thing between my legs,

Thing between my legs.

At eighteen when a boy held my hand,

I felt something in my heart and in that thing,

You begged not to tell anyone,

Why? Then why something felt in it?

It was the-

Thing between my legs,

Thing between my legs.

At twenty two when a man grabbed it,

It pained so much,

The things he did to me,

You didn't say a word;

I know what the silence means.

I promise I will not utter a word,

Because now someone else will,

Today I am not ashamed of it mom,

A beautiful innocent doll has come out of it

I promise she will not discriminate it from other body parts

She will talk about it,

She will feel it,

She will touch it.

It is the-

Thing between her legs,

Thing between her legs;

It is her "Vagina", nothing else, just like other parts of her body.