Most of your friends
know of their names.
Others say they are
privates or shames.
But I know they serve
an important purpose,
so much so that
we do them a disservice
by hiding them in
the drawers and closets,
just come out and say them,
the names of the four “its.”

There’s the butt, the penis,
vagina, and boobs.
The gang’s all there
and the humor is lewd.
They mostly go by safe names
people dub them
when they discuss the stuff
that’s going to outlive them.

Why must we muffle
these beautiful creatures?
They are as much
a part of our features
as the face, the shoulders,
the tip-top of the skull,
but they can be misused
and abused,
made hurtful.

Some people start
with a female part,
but then they flip
and a male they start.
A they or a them,
a he or a she,
it doesn’t quite matter
who you’re meant to be
as long as you love
and are kind to your peers,
for no one should dictate
life’s cheers, jeers, and fears.

Others remain
A woman or man
and love their own kind
and stick with their clan.
Man crushes on guy,
lady treasures a gal,
you do you,
don’t get caught in the trowel
of hate, hypocrisy,
bias, and mean;
to try and understand
is the best way to glean.

So if you can find
a safe place to spill
your guts, your feels,
your flailing free will,
keep these in the back,
unless needed to hack,
the code of life,
which could bring you strife.

You might use these tools,
to ward off fools,
or to keep your cools,
or to spin your spools,
but whatever you do,
don’t use them to drool.
Take great care,
preserve them like jewels.