Conforming
She grew up marginalized, From lack of basic needs, To education being a luxury, Something meant for boys, Because they said her role was in the kitchen and bedroom. They forced her to undergo the cut, That it made her a woman they said, And after that, she was ready for marriage, At the tender age of 11, Just when her small boobs had started hardening, What would her young one suckle from? And in a room of four men, They held her legs apart and pinned her hands, And he forced himself into her, A baby giving birth to another baby, She had become his fifth wife. See, she did not have the luxury of an education, The know-how of motherhood, Her baby tries to nibble at her nipples, He yells at the lack of breast milk. She is tired of living, And wonders if there was ever anything beyond this life she lives. Conforming, That’s all she got!