The Cry of a Young Girl
Pave way for your younger brothers, this is the price i have to pay
as 13 year old, first born girl I have no say in my education welfare
my dad by now has already received my bride price
I wonder why we are poor, with a price tag over my womanhood
It a shame mama pima, the local brewer enjoyed my fortune to the last penny
menarche is finally here, I must hide it,
for the 45 year old man would come to collect his due, remember am already paid for
there is no chance that two women can live in the same hut, often my dad will remark
I can hide, but they know where to find me
at the local rescue center, it's already over stretched
At my tenth birthday i wasn't lucky to escape i had to face the knife
Mutilation at least, its not worse than clipping my wings of success
with no education am stuck in the last century
Am taught to be submissive,my sole role to my husband, "the man of the house."
as a woman i see no freedom the shackle are still on my wrist and ankle
is this the free society?
The world is a cycle, efficient in recycling old vices
domestic violence and gender inequality are here to stay
am now a grow woman, and still i conform with the community
the community that downcast the liberal, women of class
my kids are about to be introduced to the "culture"
Divorced am now a single mother, 3 kids and on my early 20s
trying to change a static society landed me to my new status
"I want to lead the world", my 8 year old daughter says.
I want to believe that some day she will be given an opportunity
but i will be no more, coz the culture would have killed me
Copyright © Kenneth Mwangi | Year Posted 2014
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