SAY NO TO FGM
Female genital mutilation is a dreadful practice
The season of silent pride in pain is about,
The season of silent pride in pain is about,
amidst them I once was to
the tell
I listened to tell a tale but unlike the gossipers
these is but from the hosts mouth
from tender age they are feed
these is but from the hosts mouth
from tender age they are feed
its a phase to embrace without fear
to no longer be a mere girl is a diamond stage eagerly awaited,
but beyond these ego there is a small child,in my words I quote the picture
Barbaric Glamour
Thought of banishment,shame and hysteria is a blade so feared.
But beyond these plains and within it was embraced
by courage and determination to reach the 'phase'
That old woman hands shaking with a rusty blunt blade
she cut,slashed into my raw surface she stitched...
I was not to cry with just a wince OUCH!
mother was quick to order quite!
It was the will of the gods they say,a woman was to endure
the pain of a chop and hot plastic decorations
BUT NO am a child no god even the sweet devils allow
Infibulation.
The silent scream so loud a cry still drills a painful hole in my heart.
Denied the pleasure of flesh the bearing of Little's
pain from hells infernos, Tears stream to a stop
A seed of deceit sown dying after the cross
Because am a woman my voice so loud yet so voiceless.....
Betrays of expectation, you learn
Womanhood is like possession of a pearl.
Its value is seldom known until its lost,
Thanks to my cultureTHE BARBARIC GLAMOUR.
Culture so illegal yet legal I learnt a bitter lesson.
But beyond these plains and within it was embraced
by courage and determination to reach the 'phase'
That old woman hands shaking with a rusty blunt blade
she cut,slashed into my raw surface she stitched...
I was not to cry with just a wince OUCH!
mother was quick to order quite!
It was the will of the gods they say,a woman was to endure
the pain of a chop and hot plastic decorations
BUT NO am a child no god even the sweet devils allow
Infibulation.
The silent scream so loud a cry still drills a painful hole in my heart.
Denied the pleasure of flesh the bearing of Little's
pain from hells infernos, Tears stream to a stop
A seed of deceit sown dying after the cross
Because am a woman my voice so loud yet so voiceless.....
Betrays of expectation, you learn
Womanhood is like possession of a pearl.
Its value is seldom known until its lost,
Thanks to my culture
Culture so illegal yet legal I learnt a bitter lesson.
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