Souren Mondal
Chopped Off
(On Female Genital Mutilation)
They held me down, my mother and that woman,
taking off my clothes on the strange strawy floor
The tin roof was dark
only a little light came through a hole
And then came the pain
as they did something with my vagina
Blood flowing like piss, warm and fresh..
my screams were muffled by the dirty cloth
that smelled like faeces
they had stuffed into my small mouth
The blade was not sharp. The cutting not done
So they persuaded again
Pig in a slaughterhouse
A pig of only seven in a slaughterhouse
I could not pee for five days
Without feeling a burn - One that melts the soul
My screams were due. My clit cut off.....
Cutting.. Cutting.. Cut..
A pig in a slaughterhouse
A girl with mutilated vagina
It was my body. My vagina
They cut it down to curb my bad wants
sexual desires
Shhhh! ! Don't say those those words
no girl here says that..
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Souren Mondal
I need to give a huge thanks to Fabrizio Frosini, who kindly edited my poem :-)
