Wednesday 25 September 2024

SHE'S BORN SHARP AND NEEDS NO BLADES (A POEM)

 

Mama, am I a roasted sausage,
that you scrape off a burnt part of me?

Papa, am I an orange,
that you have to peel me to make me appealing?

Grandma, am I an onion,
that has to be sliced to make the stew taste better?

My village people, am I a tree,
that you have to cut down to make a pillar for dead traditions?

Why bring a razor to wound my today and scar my future?

Leave your sharp objects in the past and let my innocence live.


*stop female genital mutilation
*stop crimes against women

International Day of Zero Tolerance for Female Genital Mutilation Feb 6
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