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Sep 2019
I watched the cut
Blood flowed freely
In a tiny muffled voice
I tried to protest
But they overcame
With the blade, razor sharp

I cried and wriggled
As pain enveloped me
In my pain they merried
Singing in discordant tunes
Seeing beauty in my tragedy
My factory settings they distorted

How could i have given consent?
As a child, I couldn't
I was helplessly helpless
Like a thief i was restrained
Until you took a part of me
Can I ever forgive you?

Promiscuity is a choice
Same for virginity
It has no relation;
With cutting my nerve ends
My sensitive genital tissue
Lend a voice, stop the act

In my world of ecstasy
I get decreased satisfaction
With low self-esteem
All thanks to you
By playing God
In the name if tradition

Stop Female Genital Mutilation
It's a violation of right
The world is against it
If the All-Knowing curated me
In HIS image and likeness
And said I am "Made whole"
It means I was born perfect
Written by
Babatunde Raimi
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