Brought into this world,
Not by my own choice,
All I have seen and confirmed is,
It hurts to be a woman.
Watching the boys go out and play,
Firewood and water I have to fetch,
And all the time I tell myself,
It hurts to be a woman.
School comes and still I work,
Brothers go and get an education,
In the garden and the Kitchen my education lies,
I cry, I beg, I succeed,
Why does it hurt to be a woman?
Off to school I finally am,
Pleased with myself and learning fast!
Of course firewood and water still need fetching,
But in school I am and it doesn't hurt so much
Was yet to learn yet again,
How much it hurts to be a woman!
The call to the knife I had expected,
Others had escaped it and I thought I will too,
The chief got there too late,
There were no tears in my eyes,
That was not expected of the brave.
But the blood trickling down my legs was all he needed to see,
To read the expression on my face,
It hurts to be a woman!
And now I am a woman,
Womanly duties I must perform
A fourteen year old I am,
A woman to a fifty year old,
I hate being a woman.
I hate my self
I hate my life
I hate the person I have been forced to be,
And all I ask is,
Why was the woman created,
If being a woman hurt so?
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