Maya
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I was bored - hence - The Vagina Monologues

SO, being bored as I was, I decided to surf the internet for something interesting and since I remember hearing about 'The Vagina Monologues', I decided to look it up and possibly read one of the monologues. I came across this one. An extract by a woman in Bosnia who was raped mercilessly by soldiers.

MY VAGINA WAS MY VILLAGE - EXTRACT BY EVE ENSLER:

My vagina was green, water soft pink fields, cow mooing, sun resting, sweet boyfriend touching lightly with soft piece of blonde straw.

There is something between my legs. I do not know what it is. I do not know where it is. I do not touch. Not now. Not anymore. Not since.

My vagina was chatty, can’t wait, so much, so much saying words talking, can’t quit trying, can’t quit saying, oh yes, oh yes.

Not since I dream there’s a dead animal sewn in down there with thick black fishing line. And the bad dead animal smell cannot be removed. And its throat is slit and it bleeds through all my summer dresses.

My vagina singing all girl songs, all goat bell ringing songs, all wild autumn field songs, vagina songs, vagina home songs.

Not since the soldiers put a long thick rifle inside me. So cold, the steel rod cancelling my heart. Don’t know whether they’re going to fire it or shove it through my spinning brain. Six of them, monstrous doctors with black masks shoving bottles up me too. There were sticks and the end of a broom.

My vagina swimming river water, clean spilling water over sun-baked stones, over stone clit, clit stones over and over.

Not since I heard the skin tear and made lemon screeching sounds, not since a piece of my vagina came off in my hand, a part of the lip, now one side of the lip is completely gone.

My vagina. A live wet water village. My vagina my hometown.

Not since they took turns for seven days smelling like faeces and smoked meat, they left their dirty sperm inside me. I became a river of poison and puss and all the crops died, and the fish.

My vagina a live wet water village.
They invaded it. Butchered it
And burned it down.

I do not touch now.

Do not visit.

I live some place else now.
I don’t know where that is.

Extracted from The Vagina Monologues

It is horrible really. I'd like to find the entire monologue and read it.

HELP STOP VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN PEOPLE!

WOMEN ARE THE MOST ESSENTIAL BEINGS ON THIS EARTH. NO ONE'D EVEN EXIST WITHOUT WOMEN.

SO ABUSIVE HUSBANDS, FUCKING START TREATING YOUR WIVES WITH RESPECT.
(And no, I don't give a shit if this comes across as ''FEMINIST". The world has received far too much male propaganda)

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