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It is a perfect creation A machine to sieve and produce One to give pleasure and satisfaction Not an imperfection calling to be perfected It is a machine of perfection Which cleans itself with every growth And has the decency to close and open Under the instruction of a mind on top There is no need for the knife There is no need to inflict pain There is no need to shed blood And to give infections Hear the cry of innocence! Hear the cry of the womb! Its gates are crushing Crushing for nothing! Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
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It is a perfect creation A machine to sieve and produce One to give pleasure and satisfaction Not an imperfection calling to be perfected It is a machine of perfection Which cleans itself with every growth And has the decency to close and open Under the instruction of a mind on top There is no need for the knife There is no need to inflict pain There is no need to shed blood And to give infections Hear the cry of innocence! Hear the cry of the womb! Its gates are crushing Crushing for nothing! Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
Please stop Female Genital Mutilation, it is barbarism to the highest order.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
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