My name is clitoris.. the song we made at the workshop

(as we thought of her, a girl who is named clitoris,
we tell each other, oh, clitoris makes such a nice name..)

When they hear my name,
They smile, they laugh
Sometimes they don’t understand.

I hadn’t seen it
When I knew what it was,
I had to hide it
It is my body part.

Oh my name is clitoris,
Yes, my name.

Then I saw it, I was told not to.
They I touched it, I was asked not to.
Don’t see it, don’t touch it,
Don’t see it, don’t touch it..
And that’s why I had to.

Oh my name is clitoris. Yeah I like my name.

Oh what joy came from that day.
I looked, I touched,
I laughed, I cried..
I became completely me, that day.
What joy came from that day
What joy came from that day
What joy came from that day…………

Oh my name is clitoris.
How I love my name.