In dedication of the world’s first clitoris reconstruction hospital in Burkina Faso.
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A baby comes out of the womb
Skin climatically adjusts with the introduction of air
Lay the baby on the mother’s stomach and the childs first crawl will be for the primal quest of milk and comfort
they will open a clinic for the clitoris, we should open a church
They will sow her back her pleasure
We should say our prayers:
Holy tantric web of spidey strings
The light from the darkness
Bless the epicenter of our second coming
One by conception
The other by birth
Hum.
Grant her her healing pleasures
Lead her not into austerity
May it be her time to feel alive with
Conviction and dexterity
Hum.
From pastures, and the rushing moors
Give her back her heart
Polished first to a gorgeous shine
This is but a start
Stand down those who only know pleasures with guilt and shame
For that only makes you move too fast. Sadly limp and lame
Shakti may I call your name
And goddess council us please
We need to remember to smile and feel the web beneath out feet
Cause if everything is making love
We all must be beasts
And I for one love the animal that embraces the east
Hum.
Sabibi Davidson 