Spare Me the Knife and the Bed

I only asked for a pen,not a ,p*nis, I only ask you to touch the books,not my boobs, I need school fees,not the bride price, Please,give me education, but not ejaculation, Use the knife to cut veges,but not my body part, Am a girl,I need to venture far,like your boy. I have dreams to achieve fully, I need to give education myself wholely, I need to be the best lawyer too, I need to be a doctor like Kiptoo, Empowerment is not on beds, Or with old aged buddies as the reds, Protect me,let me prosper. You need to get me mutilated, You want to force me get married, Its wrong and you know it, With mutilation,my future will be unlit, Bleeding to death,difficult to parturate, Will be among my worst scary fate, Champion for my rights,I need a life. Remember what happened to Shashan, She got married to the old Mishan, At a tender age of ten, After being cut by then, She conceived,carried it with difficulties, And at last she encountered the fatalities, She died a young soul. Days have gone by now, Its the 21st century in a row, The past culture sucks, Don't be blinded by fast bucks, Let them in skirts be free, Let their ambitions be a spree, For what them in trousers are capable,them in skirts are pros.. Flee our girls,FGM kills,early marriages kills completely. ©Poet Igweee