The night before her eleventh birthday
Her mother woke her up
She said that it was time to make a woman out of her
To make her pure
So she would not be dirty or a disgrace
They went to a witch doctor
Where they cut her specialness away
Pain was all she felt
She called for her mother
But her mother never came
When it was over the daughter thought
I am now pure, innocent
and not a disgrace
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