You raised me In love and bliss Held me for years Made me feel safe Taught me Values of family and community
Just so One day you could just barge in No greetings, no warnings I've been snatched And decide now is the time I get to know pain Pin me down to the ground You'll scar me forever
Called in a "specialist" Old woman torturer It's a full time job Who with ***** nails and wrinkled hands With whatever sharp tool they could find Laying around, what's on demand Starts to cut, to etch To scratch and scrape out parts of me Touch sacred ground Taking away what's mine forever What I didn't yet know much about But one thing I do know They made sure it hurt
I don't understand, Ma What have I done to deserve this? White and red flashes Dots of light Someone is screaming Loud Till my voice cracks and finally gives out After how long I couldn't tell I passed out But not for long
Conscious again just in time Blurry eyes To feel the faceless monster Use thorns to mend Trying to held together What she has destroyed almost completly Taken from me Forever
And you're the orchesstrator of the crime Almost unspeakable Even if I'd regain my voice You let this happen to me Even helped! Why? Why? Why? What have I done to you? Where did we go wrong?
"She's lost her innocence She's all grown now"
No not lost but taken In the most violent, cruel way The highest sin, the biggest betrayal For it came from within, From the most trusted, my own, my family Literally raised me as a lamb To the slaughter
Threw me in the dirt Kept me on the ground And watched me get cut with open eyes Who listened to my voice break and give out Begging, sobbing, shaking Mommy make it stop
And you still call me dear daughter After? What nerve How did you feel When you saw me rest Barely alive While infections running wild In my body? Lying there helplessly Still somewhat there, alive but not really Caged in some ditch Hidden away for weeks or eternity Who can say
If I'm "lucky" I won't die here In a poddle of my own ***, pus and blood Unable to move, eat or sleep A stick stuck between my legs What once was a ***** To clog the drain I have no tears left in me to weep
It was done as it has been for generations It is our culture, normal in our tribe You outsider can't possibly understand It is proper To torture your own daughter Do like she did to me before My own mother
So some man can check later That you're ready for marrige To make sure Your body never know pleasure Where's the **** lover boy? So you forever know your place Before you really know anything Marked for life
We'll tell your friends, your children later About the honour Don't worry We'll cut you open and sew you up again When you get into labour We'll do it again and again We got you sister, you and your sisters sister
Only then do you belong When yu're cut down to form To fit the norm
Maybe in another life Another lifetime You can begin to understand And heal In another world maybe You could get your revenge On your perpetrators and their friends