Yes. Yes. Yes.

No

Keep your daughter’s name.

When she is growing up

Call her name, shout it or screech it

Till iron starts to run in her veins.

No

Keep your daughter’s name.

When she’ll be a grown up

She’ll be like a wolf so strong

That no lion can tame.

Kill honour

How easy it was

for them to force

the honour

like stainless steel knife

into her mouth.

And how her throat 

was full of just love

when the first time

she called them

‘mamma’

and 'baba’.

Brunt

And the day after all the

Breaking,

Mother takes God

Off the shelf,

Shakes the dirt from

His shoulders.

After all  the damage

Her heart is still big.

But He’s smaller than

He once was.