The Blades Poem by Kweku Atta Crayon

I saw them
They came with knives and blades
Scary men with scary hearts

Face up,
My little pancake opened to the sky
Romanced by the blades
Harsh sex with the knives
They broke my virginity

All around rejoiced
Even dogs and goats smiled
Whilst I tastes a concoction
Of my blood and tears

They said it was tradition
It was a required rite
Without it, I’m not woman

Now I’m a woman
A victim of tradition
Sentenced to eternal pains and grief!