And he said, most girls bleed enough already without rust razors and barber scissors.
Imagine waking up and missing a part of your body. A real-life horror story set in the nineteen hundreds.
My friend had âsurgeryâ; her sex-life stolen from her. In her parents' homeland she cried without comfort from anyone. Still, she begged. I bet they all do. I bet they all cry when âtheir timeâ comes (to be destroyed).
The potential heartlessness of tradition.
She wants to be set on fire. One life whose loss touched mine and I'm drowning. My heart is a rifle waiting to fire. Sometimes it's hard to fight your own parents. One life whose heart touched mine. I need an army behind me; I'm not strong enough to change the minds of a country on my own.
Happiness should be a right. We need to fight tradition.