I have been lucky enough to have my poem chosen to be performed by Casey Lee Brock. A spoken word artist. Below is the result of that collaboration.
She wears the scars of the divine
They think she’ll forget given time.
that she’ll bow to the pain
And pray in his name.
But she won’t, instead,
she will cry in her bed
For God, on a mission,
Or ancient tradition.
The girls In her tribe
Just frown.
At the stain they see
On the six year old’s gown.
The heat in her face as
Infection slots In place.
Death is often the way.
Not saved from the cut,
Like a kick in the gut,
Her Mother held
Her hand that day.
It happens In a home
Just like yours,
carried-out behind
Closed house doors.
When blood seeps
through the cracks,
it’s covered with a mat
Never to be mentioned
Again.
I didn’t think it could be,
Because I was too blind to see.
Not in a house that’s
Next door to me.
For those who can not open YouTube.
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1FtUkd_aIgRt2MgPvX8MvOgHYD4Dv9dO1/view
Thank you Casey for choosing to perform my piece I am very proud.
The article below was taken directly from Feb 2017 ITV news.
A case of female genital mutilation (FGM) is either discovered or treated in England every hour, according to the analysis of NHS statistics by a charity.
Between April 2015 and March 2016 there were 8,656 times when women or girls attended doctors’ surgeries or hospitals and the problem was assessed – the equivalent of one every 61 minutes.
Did you know this barbarity was so prevalent in the UK? Talk to me please. I will get back to you promptly.
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