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If By Byron Juno If women MUST die Then Atieno would die first If children were to forage Then Atieno's would forage forever If women were to walk necked Then Atieno's would walk throughout the year If women were to trade their honeypot Then Atieno's would donate hers If women were after money not Then Atieno would be not If women were to sell their daughters Then Atieno would sell to a merchant The woman from the far away land The woman with less embarrassments The woman The woman The woman Whose legs are loose for a walk Whose waist never tire Whose joints are ever green Whose body children is yummy! Whose body children say is tender Whose body children say is fresh Whose lips has tasted all drinks Whose eyes have not only seen death Whose back has sweated on all beds Whose legs have wiped all door mats Whose scent even cactus knows Whose farms lie fallow Atieno the generous woman Generous woman who never says NO Who will guide our young girls? Who will show our girls the right way? But she says; Her husband is jobless Her husband is ever seated Her husband is ever sleeping He wants first born treatments Atieno! Will you not be buried On the right side of your husband's house? Will your husband not be the first To throw black soil in your grave? Will your husband not say you were a good woman? Will your husband not allow mourners In his compound?