The Sacred Scalp

I remember those moments
just like the other day
when we were united
and tied to our ancestors.

That chilly morning,
we ran half naked
to the office camp
ready for the day's activity.

I studied the grimy faces
that stood around me
burning with fear and greed
to tie another knot on their ropes.

Then it came my turn
to face the wrath of the shining knife.
I bit my lips and stayed still
waiting for the monk to start the ritual.

The knife fiercely landed on my young skin
just in front of the girls and villagers.
I moaned out loudly
The crowd roared
"Welcome to manhood!"


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