They sharpen the knife
Not to shape my life
But to make me someone's wife
That will lead to a strife

They want to bleed me dry
They don't care if I cry
They are not even shy
To push my legs wide open,why?

The scars will last till eternity
Have I mentioned infertility
My ****** will now be with great difficulty
What about the infections due to increased susceptibility

I once had a dream of marrying Abdul Bhula
But because of the risk of obstetric fistula
How can a woman not have a child and be a ruler
Then she will cry having conversations with God in a Dua

If they care
Let them not dare
To do the same to my sister Leah
I know the she can't bare

To silence the voices inside my head
This practices must be dead
For our daughters to live happily wed
We have to forget the outdated practices of the dead

© Lone Star ✨ poet
® Jerusa Mentrin