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.