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Ajewu
Once upon a time, He cut us. He mutilated our genitals. Now, we are expected to allow doctors to touch us. This is a joke, right? A cruel joke.
He cut us when we began to bleed, as women do; so now each month we re-live this trauma...every lunar cycle. This body betrays us. We hate it and want to shed it, like an itchy and hot Sunday dress.
That doesn't change what we're told: body must be touched; health is at stake; must submit; no other way. We get the message: we are ridiculous to hold on (purposely, according to the professionals) to the hurt, the cutting, the gush of blood.
This gets harder to deal with every month. This gets harder to deal with every year.
He cut us when we began to bleed, as women do; so now each month we re-live this trauma...every lunar cycle. This body betrays us. We hate it and want to shed it, like an itchy and hot Sunday dress.
That doesn't change what we're told: body must be touched; health is at stake; must submit; no other way. We get the message: we are ridiculous to hold on (purposely, according to the professionals) to the hurt, the cutting, the gush of blood.
This gets harder to deal with every month. This gets harder to deal with every year.