Her Body (poem) Mixed Media

Illustration of my poem “her Body”

Baby born how much is she worth?
Will this tiny body bring posterity?

To a man with position
We are not a charity

Taught to obey made to serve
Purged of individuality

Female genital mutilation
The normality of barbarity

Her own mother was her nurse
Father, brother, complicity

It’s the same for everyone in this nation
Rage of the silent majority

Control your pleasure control your birth
From grace to depravity

This body is not yours it’s God’s creation
You’ll never have another man but me

I don’t want to it hurts
House, wife, property

Until we’re side by side in the earth
Even in death you will not be free