No to female genital mutilation

Today is the International day against female genital mutilation. Knowing that I raise my voice for girls a friend sent me this poem today. I found the need to share.

Touch not my Treasure

In the image of God I was made
In your image you made me 
You deformed what has been formed
You denatured  what was natural
You made a cheetah a snail
You embittered my sweet existence
You touched my Anointed gift 
You harmed my Sacred parcel
You edited the God’s PDF
You said it was for my good
No ! It was for your selfishness
It was because you were careless
You failed to counsel me
You could not caution me
I could have obeyed your rules
I could have been a good girl
You chose to act and not talk
You chose to harm me
A medical doctor you became
A quack  you were
Surgery so abusive so unwanted
No anesthesia so painful!
My cry so loud you buried!
My tears so hot you dried!
My silence so loud you ignored
Blades, scissors , knives so sharp! 
Very sharp ooh unsterilized
Foreign bodies you brought
Like parasites they fed 
Hours ,days years were buried
You said you saved me from a tsunami
No ! you fed me to the shark
Today I weep ,wail and sob
So distant you are from me
Half a woman  I have become
An island in the midst of seas
My tears drown my womanhood
Joy and I signed our divorce
Sadness my concubine now
The wounds  so deep
Images so fresh and real
My treasure is hurt 
My heart is dark
My future is bleak
My life is mutilated
I don’t know if I’m a woman or not
I wish it was a dream
Touch not my sisters 
Let be me the sacrificial lamb
Let others live not what I live
Drop the knives, break the blades, throw the scissors.

Tatah Allen