I was taken to that room,
With the belief, I had in them.
Was crying and shouting in pain,
But that was for my benefit, so I had to accept.
A fake story, fed in my mind,
Made me accept the things which weren't right.
My purity was their motive,
So they were ready to risk my life.
I was unaware of the crime they had done,
And started hating them when I was mature enough to understand.
The pain I bore years ago,
Started to haunt me more.
I was uncomfortable when I got my genital back,
They were happy because they were proud.
They got purity,
And I am haunted again.
I became a victim of FGM,
Because I believed in them.
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