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