To the daring commune's tradition,
she must oblige to,
To feign her pain
As a joy to the blade,
An incision to torment,
An inhumane act close to death.
Tears they say prove her Weak,
The hidden gem,bleeds out in pain
as those around celebrate that day.
Tears of the hidden gem
are for none to wipe,
She's hidden,
A children making machine,
torn by tradition's brutality.
they say it holds her dignity
but why in such brutality?
where is the essence of humanity ?
Tears of the hidden gem
are still for none to wipe,
they are sore,bitter and full of hate,
Hate that could bring the world to flames
Hate too toxic
but yet again,she cries for help.
Maybe the government ruled it away
But it still is in practice anyway,
The hidden gem is afraid,
wallowing in her pain
but daily she has to feign joy,
Tradition had her as a toy,
A baby making machine.
Tears of the hidden gem
who to wipe them?
who to show them?
Bard mwendwa 🍃
©mwendwa
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