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!
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