Peace

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soaked in a pool of blood
my mouth stuffed with my pants
I am embraced as a new bride
my kith and kin beaming with pride.

I screamed in vain and moaned in pain
the world seemed to be deaf and dumb and insane
I was not alone engulfed in darkness
wailing and beeping sounds
in and around the barks.

Time flew and I had no clue
how long was I in a state of blue?
excruciating pain, suffering and tears
I cried for help in agony and fear.

they whispered into my ears
Oh! Girl!
you are twelve old years

now it is my turn
and I need to learn;
clitoral head
is ‘unwanted skin’,
a ‘source of sin’ emptied into a rubbish bin.
It’s a secret,
a taboo and a subject never to be discussed
a flower is crushed
and
wounded to death.

you are a ‘virgin’ – cheered my family tree
‘Peace’ be with you- I ridiculed thee

 

 eagle eyes are watching me
as I enter my puberty
hawks and hyenas preying on me
my body cried in agony!

the wounds still raw and bleeding
the trauma still fresh in my mind
I am getting ready for another mutilation
sedation, sensation, seduction
followed by an infection.

the beast retired to bed
leaving me half dead
I slowly raise my head
my oh my! why am I still not dead?

my energy drained and I gave a loud whine
the beast with no brain
said
it’s nothing but ‘feminine’ pain.

days and months rolled
my belly showed signs of hope
voices cheered and handshakes exchanged
another life is going to be at stake.

you are a ‘virgin’ – cheered my family  tree
‘Peace’ be with you- I ridiculed thee.

It was the big day
my fingers crossed
and
I prayed hard
let my belly deflate for a stillborn
strangled by the umbilical cord.

push hard, push
I heard at my back
my genitals
tore
giving way for the tot
you deceived me – I cursed the god
fate smirked at me
as
‘The Best Is Yet To Be’.

folks cheered
time for one more ceremony
in a few more years
I mustered courage
and shouted back
you all die
and
rot in hell.

my anatomy was abused
with
brickbats and sandals, stones and sticks
humiliation, pain and publicly shamed.

you are dirty! you are a whore!
you are a stigma!
chorused my very own folks!

I walked away with head high
breaking my birth and marital ties
far away from home
in search of  PEACE.

I vowed myself not to remain silent
educate my folks about the dark secrets
‘a tiny cut’ is a barbaric act
It isn’t a ‘warrior mark’
a crucifixion performed in the dark.

let a woman be herself
let her not be denied her right
a right to have a good body
she deserves as her birthright.

Genital circumcision
is not a victory
to celebrate
It is not a religion
to practice, follow and cherish
It is beastly
than a Rape
tormenting
than an
Acid Attack
Brutality on woman
shadowing forever
with charred memories and scars
for the rest of her life.

gazing into the eyes of my SHE
I promised to fight against the odds
never to let this happen to her
or to any other in the future.

my genitals is my Life
my Life is my Pride
my Pride is my Identity
my Identity is my Dignity
my Dignity is my Body
my Body is my PEACE.

 

This Poem or Prose or you may call this a Prosetry has been written for a Cause – Female Genital Mutilation (FGM). 

Most of us are too scared to speak out publicly. We fear ostracization, social boycott and exclusion of our families from the rest of the community by our religious clergy if we object to the continuation of this practice.  FGM has no health benefits, in fact it harms girls and women in many ways. It involves removing and damaging healthy and normal female genital tissue, and interferes with the natural functions of girls’ and women’s bodies. FGM is often done without anaesthesia, without medical supervision and sometimes the procedure goes horribly wrong. It often leads to pain, shock, tetanus, genital sores, excessive bleeding, etc. It also has long-lasting psychological impact on the victims, ranging from sexual disorders, fear of sexual intimacy, nightmares and post traumatic stress disorder. (Source – Change.Org)

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11 thoughts on “Peace

  1. chrisbrittany Jul 13, 2018 — 21:07

    Thank you for putting up this article .
    I didn’t have the slightest idea about FGM till date . I appreciate you on explaining issues like these to all the readers .
    Hats off Deepa Karthik .
    Looking forward for more posts from you .

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    1. Humbled by your comment. Thanks for reading and commenting. I will try my best to write on social issues. Glad this helped u to know about FGM.

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  2. In fact I have no idea about in India, and don’t really know where they do it, if that’s so painful as explained it must be banned

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    1. Oh is it.. Yea they have this practice in india too.

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      1. this is very bad , dont know even in the modern era,…people are…

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  3. Your words rightly say the pain over here..👍🏻

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  4. Thanks for sharing this article.. I suppose most of us are unaware of this FGM happening in India.. I can’t believe it.. Strong article put forward..

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    1. Its happening everywhere in the world. Thanks for reading Chiru

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  5. I believe any deliberate mutilation is barbaric, but this act takes away your dignity and femininity it should be banned immediately!

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