Kayod5 Kayode Poet Free verse

Genital Mutilation

They made death a saint
With their sword and powder
As they butchered her silly; 
Her sweet bean was their bile.

Rudely they moved their razor
To the natural point she ever prided
And slashed it like carrot
Her cone they laid on another tatters;
Massaging their pride with her sinless blood.

Then they brought out their ageless gourd
And poured out their satanic powder
Upon her bleeding scar -
Like spice on their  bar-be-cue.

Though loudly she cried,
The mean were not samarithan.

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Paul Callus September 19, 2015 at 4:18 PM Very powerfully expressed, Kayod5! This is another type of horrible abuse that depraves females of real love. Performed under the guise of customs or religion, it is degrading and leaves everlasting effects. #7 // paul

Jan Allison August 25, 2015 at 10:49 AM Kudos to you for writing about this subject - a every powerful write Kayod5 Eileen has done a blog on the topic:-) hugs Jan xx Kayod5 Kayode August 25, 2015 at 11:00 AM Thank you my Jan,I am on holiday,I have time to read and write one or two poems....huggs