Lachlen Smith Poet ABC

The Price of Being a Woman

In da Cameroon by da light of da moon,
The mothers iron their daughter breasts,
They put hot rocks to stop the shocks,
Of unwanted pregnancy.

In Bangaladesh when the sky is fresh,
The men throw acid in a womans face,
They burn the eyes and all the flesh,
She will never say no again.

In holy Yemen where the men are men,
With a razor blade or cutting knife,
They practice female circumcision,
The men must be so proud.

I’ve been around this crazy world,
And been disgusted by what I’ve seen,
The human “dog” that calls itself a man,
Should never be and should never have been.

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Robert Bloomer March 21, 2019 at 5:21 PM Islamaphobe!

Harry Horsman February 11, 2019 at 4:21 PM Cannot be denied, you write this with knowledge and passion, and it's a wonderful poem....

Rev. Gerald Dillenbeck February 10, 2019 at 6:33 PM This is feminist politics. It is not boring. It is passionate and outraged--as it should be. Appreciate your candor--although not so much your ageism.