SCARS

I must be brave

When tomorrow comes

Those long gone

Were in my place once

I cannot doubt

I will not run

I must not cry

When tomorrow comes

Three moons ago,

I was on the other side

I watched...

Proud blossoming buds stood in line

Tears of joy were mingled with silent fears

"Customs do not die"

Say the ORACLES and SEERS

I must not tremble when tomorrow comes

This mirror resting between my thighs

Will no longer tell me

This blissful lie

Then, I'll be a woman...

I'll sit with the others

And their scars

I must be prepared when tomorrow comes

Mother, did you ever hide 

In your rooms and dream?

Dreading...

Those sharp dark blades...

Old wrinkled hands

Did you ever think of the loss?

Did you think of the pain?

Oh I must forget this nightmare

When tomorrow comes

When the cock crows,

I'll be first in line

I will adorn my waist

With the heaviest of beads

Rub scented Shea butter down 

Beyond my knees

I'll hold my head high

And as i lay down, legs apart

My heart will be full of joy

And my eyes, dry

I'd bless those old wrinkled hands

But for now just let me...

Let me look in this mirror one last time

Let me gaze at this beauty I see

When tomorrow comes, 

It will be another scar

My beauty will be nothing

Nothing

But a scar.