My mother was the knife
that took it from me.
She wielded it as it had been
for her and the others. Held
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me down as I screamed.
‘Don’t let them do it, Mummy!
Please! Please! Don’t.
Stop it! Mummy! Til
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they stuffed my mouth and
then my eyes bulging in terror,
continued to torture me.
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I screamed at the gags,
at the excruciating pain.
They, ignored my struggles,
knowing full well what they were taking.
—
They cut and sewed,
sealing a future for me
where I’d spend my
whole life
infected,
scarred,
stitched,
stifled,
suffering,
to satisfy men.
