She’ll call him father!

Binta will call him father!
The man who smeared her skin
With blood from her newborn innocence

That is her reality
Her people’s cross to bear
So we observe with mouths agape
But return to status quo.

No!
Life is no longer the same,
Not for Binta and her peers
Life is not the same,
For children everywhere.

Tomorrow we’ll pretend
We didn’t see it coming
Tomorrow, abnormal
Would’ve become status quo.

©tejusmoul

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