The Woman in My Body

There is a woman in my body ashamed of all the men 

who wants to rinse her skin clean and her uterus from within.

She wants to scrape the cells from the walls and burn it in a sage. 

And light a fire within her soul to settle all the rage. 

A cleansing of her body – that would do the trick

Fix her right up from her skin to her future kin. 

She wants to tell her younger self to respect body and time.

She wants to tell her younger self to be nicer to all kinds. 

There is a woman in my body itches to come out.

She doesn’t like the dance anymore and the music’s all played out.

There are no more drums in her circle and the candles all burned out 

so don’t pray for her with all your little doubt. 

There is a woman in my body she loves the way she feels; 

her curves along her waist her thighs her pelvis and her heels. 

She could moan for hours if she did it all alone

She knows her spots, her points, her pulls with every angle and every groan. 

This woman in her body, she wants to break out

She wants to feel again without a male weighing her down.

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