FGM – Loveth Liberty (Day 9 of KSR 31 Days of Poetry)

The evil that is Female Genital Mutilation is one which lives with so many...stealing one of life's most pleasurable experiences. FGM... what is it like when the fires that should be of passion become that of endless pain? Who gains?

The evil that is Female Genital Mutilation is one which lives with so many...stealing one of life's most pleasurable experiences. FGM... what is it like when the fires that should be of passion become that of endless pain? Who gains?

Between the woman and the blade,
I cannot tell which is older.

But the woman says
“A girl’s body is a volcano waiting to erupt
This cut
Is how we stop the fire
how we save our daughters from burning”

And they cut me
And cut me
And cut

Mama, it’s been years now
Yet every time my lover touches me,
Every time iI bleed
There is hell flaming between my legs.

How, then, have they saved me from burning?
How do I put this fire out?

Loveth Liberty is a multiple prize winning writer, performance artist and development champion. She believes in using her voice as a weapon for change while working trends to bring needed positive and sustainable development. She blogs at https://lovethlibertycom.wordpress.com.

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