13 was the age I became “a woman”..
Uncle said those words…..
Papa said those words…..
Grandpa whispered them too!
At 13 auntie suggested we visit “the” place
The place to prepare me; the prey!
Auntie said I was ready then…
Mama said I was ready too…
Grandma agrees too..
To the market their preying eyes follow me
To the river, their preying eyes follow me
Their eyes… then hands prey on me…….
I have become their prey until I am passed on to the vulture!
By Susan McMillan
For girls that are married off young because of tradition.