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I was barely even, From Northern India,my mum's little one, A child bride, My husband's family rules I had to abide. Godnas (tattoos) were mandatory for married women, So several days after the wedding done, An elderly lady came to brand me alone, Her tool, a needle,she would heat with fire, Burn my skin and fill with colour pigment on and on she would not tire, No anaesthetic  to numb the pain, No cream to heal the skin. I had several tattoos, Subjugated  without any ados. Now, my daughter is a different version, She is a rebellion, Refused to have the tattoos done, I supported her and she won.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
Branded with Tattoos
I was barely even, From Northern India,my mum's little one, A child bride, My husband's family rules I had to abide. Godnas (tattoos) were mandatory for married women, So several days after the wedding done, An elderly lady came to brand me alone, Her tool, a needle,she would heat with fire, Burn my skin and fill with colour pigment on and on she would not tire, No anaesthetic  to numb the pain, No cream to heal the skin. I had several tattoos, Subjugated  without any ados. Now, my daughter is a different version, She is a rebellion, Refused to have the tattoos done, I supported her and she won.
Rural Indian women of certain tribes had to be tattooed. It was compulsory or they would be treated as impure.
#branded#rebel#tattoos#untouchable
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salmabanu-hatim
72/F/Tanzania
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
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