Inside Of Me

It took me twenty-five years on this Earth to begin harnessing the magic planted inside of me

Dormant it lay, nestled in my groin, I found myself seeking outward instead of what was
inside of me

Shamed, discarded, and embarrassed, I learned to ignore what was inside of me

If on our movie screens or in the name of war, we celebrate blood instead of what pours,
from inside of me

The very eggs my mother held for me, and her mother already knew would be, lay safe,
inside of me

My ovaries taught to me to be something not worth paying attention to despite it always having refuge inside of me

I lay here, both hands over my belly, feeling blessed for the little pudgy part of my stomach hanging out, knowing it is there to solely protect that part so secret, inside of me

And today is a good day, to remind myself, that that magic, will always exist,
inside of me.