We Hear You Poem by Sheena Blackhall

We Hear You



Women who live in dread of death by stoning
We hear you
Every child bride raped in marriage bed
We hear you
Every wife who fears her husband's tread
We hear you
Every girl whose clitoris is cut
We hear you
May Destiny to better futures steer you

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