A bloom snapped from the vine by heartless hand,
Cut, ruined, falls to ground and bleeds.
A spirit shattered young by brutal deed,
Drips from wound to pool at writhing feet.
A heart sliced cruelly out by tyrant’s hate,
Beats its last ‘fore love was ever made.
A life shorn and clutched in calloused fingers,
Falls to sand, a mutilated memory.
A woman spent for nothing rendered dead,
Cut, ruined, falls to ground and bleeds.
Please be aware of the intolerable problem of female genital mutilation.
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