It is not a secret garden my daughter,
touch your clitoris
at the entrance of your lips
rub until you feel the pulse of a second heart
pumping and pulsating until you lose the awareness of light!!
Let it flow and grow into a space of no limits,
I will not keep you from your throne,
let the juices gush and spray and tell me of your joy,
tell me what stars you have yet to conquer.
Tell your teachers in school about your vagina and the wonders of its
thunders,
Tell them you are nature unclothed of shame
a girl undefined and waiting for the next surprise!!

One day you will find a man or womyn
you will know the joining of souls is not a dream~ but a birthright,
like waves coming to sand
the wind will bring them together despite resistance--
and so your lover will call
and naked as you were born
you will become animals of passion
twisting, entwining, wrestling demons and unknown gods and goddesses....
discovering identities destined to be revealed
with each of plea of more, more and more!!
I don't  know exactly how to describe an orgasm my dear
except to tell you....
It is endless celebrations,
a gift forever unwrapping and never revealing its source.
I wish to see you my daughter
forever unfolding , unbridled, unfettered, unbound-
like caterpillars freed from cocoons,
horses flying to become Pegasus
running wild from stagecoach drivers hungry to muzzle us

So far you are silent in my womb wild daughter,
Springing from my uterus, you will be the ultimate orgasm come to life..
My sweet explosion!!!

Copyright 1998
Viviana Grell

OUR FATHER

Our father who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name?
And what about mother?
Why wasn't her name hallowed in heaven as well?
WHO WAS MADE IN MY IMAGE??!!!
When I hold my hands in prayer
where is the Lady of the Lord?
How immaculate can your conception be
when I am invisible???!!!
Didn't she give birth to you oh holy father?
Wasn't she the reason you breathe?

You could have been a formidable pair
mother AND  father...
You could have given me a mirror to see myself
in a glow of majesty,
could have given my father a reason to honor me and
not beat and abuse my body to the point
where I wanted to poison him...
If the holy goddess sat beside you
I could have chosen my mother's name,
perhaps invent my own..
I could have been president, prime minister
maybe a pope..
I could have waged war and fought Hitler
instead of being one of the girls bowing to hero soldiers at the end of the
war,
I could have been a heroine and
been in the parade waving my arms
proud of helping free the Jews of Nazi persecution..
I could have managed the Yankees, the Dodgers,
I could have been a black woman and held the reigns
of this country or any other....
I could have voted since the beginning of time instead of 1920.
I could have spoken proudly of my horny nature and made love to men without
worrying if I was "in love",
enjoyed the nature of my dynamic voice
instead of being called a bitch....
If you father, lord and god of singular power, "white knight with blue eyes"
had the vision of true spirit
and had a womyn on a throne next to yours,
my daughter would dream of being a doctor or lawyer
instead of a secretary fetching coffee.

My parents never celebrated my
bas mitzvah
never thought at thirteen I was a poet, singer and dancer with an eagle's
grace,
both my brothers were divined as men
and taught they were the providers
of sons and daughters.
The times are being born
when the silent will dance
and the mighty will wake apologizing.
I shall not take a back seat to
bible, torah or koran litany
demeaning my power.
I shall pray to the Universe and the forces which led
the way in helping me find my soul,
surviving beatings and mental torture.
The dream continues
I sleep wrapped in my own arms-
I keep dancing facing the mirror-
the one the "holy father" never showed me...

Copyright
Viviana Grell