TURN DOWN THE LIGHT

Turn down the brightness
For this light brings the focus
On what I am no longer proud of
Focus on me in your arms

Should I now be ashamed
Like a married man
Caught with a prostitute
Or like a man forced
To bury adulterous wife
That died under her lover

From this luscious bosom
I wish not to depart
And your enchanting figure
That ensnared me from the start
The same that ensnared
The one that raped you first
The same for which you were deflowered
Thus becoming stained and soiled
Marked to be disdained and mocked
And now a harlot they turned you.

They came in shades of colour
The white had their thirst
Assuaged from the painful spring
From in-between your thighs
Now your incestuous children
Are having their turns on you
And holding your legs apart
For more rapists from far land
To further demean and deprave you

Now I am ashamed
Being caught in your arms.