He says my vagina is a delicate rose,
And what if someone took
the last of my petals?
I wrote this line with sexual assault being at the forefront of my mind. Consent isn’t being taught — not to those who rape; not to who got raped. Truthfully, I didn’t understand it myself until I began writing and saw what was coming out. I guess what I am saying in all this; thank you for seeing what is at the heart of this poem.
We own our bodies, our temples. No one else has claim. I think that’s important for young girls to know. And on other platforms, poems as vulgar as this will be silenced due to the subject matter. I am happy to be writing on hive. ♥️