By Nyokabi Ng’ang’a
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In times of war, they lay me down
Taking turns I mourn
Of this body of gone.
In times of peace, they put me aside
Dictating frocks of long
To cover this body of gone.
In times of love, they put me aside
Choosing my lover of life
To govern my body of gone.
In times of work, they weigh me down
Giving tasks of long
To focus this body of gone.
In times of culture, they lay me down
Mutilating my inner make,
To make me pleasing to thine god.
In times of birth, they cast me down
Giving shrills of fail,
For it’s a girl who’s been born!