The Vagina Monologues – A Memory, A Poem and a Question
A-Z Challenge letter: V – Vagina
Back when I was in newly qualified teacher in my first year of teaching, I took a small group of year 9 girls (and I wish I could tell you how much I loved those girls; they were fabulous) to an Amnesty International workshop day in London.
Two of the workshops I attended that day have stayed with me. One was about refugees and put us in an interactive role play which frightened me half to death. The other was a reading of some of The Vagina Monologues*. One of those poems has haunted me ever since.
Years later, I went to see The Vagina Monologues in Nottingham with my mother-in-law. It was funny, moving, empowering. And there was that poem again. Haunting.
And so today, I have decided to go back there. To link to that haunting poem, although I will say no more about it – just leave it to be read.
And then a question. A question that made me smile when I heard it at the Amnesty International workshop. One which made smile even more when I read it for myself having bought the book. One to which the answers made me laugh out loud.
I hope you will read the poem, although I appreciate it might be too much for some.
And I hope that you will answer the question too.
If your vagina got dressed, what would it wear ?
By the way, my answer is, always has been – Doc Martens and a tutu 😉