Mama took me for a walk today Who would have thought, our malicious ancestors nature would have ripped my childhood away To my left, the village women were dancing and prancing To my right, Daddy’s was on top of the hill glancing, and chanting The walk felt at ease at first Suddenly, that joyful feeling ceased down to the worst as we Slowly approached the village circumcist Better known as the despicable vagina botanist Wicked old lady is what I called her, with wrinkles deeper than my ancestor’s family tree Eyes deeply pierced, cataracts indulged, ‘’mama how could you trust her with me?’’ She hobbled, with her dirt stained index finger, leaned on her thirsty lips She said, ‘’Hush now, only a coward would cry’’ then quickly held a gripped hold of my fragile hips Grabbing her dingy Ethiopian dress out of the way, for comfort Stripping me waist down just left me with only my ...
