Scarlet Scar Poem by John Sensele

'Brenda, go back to your lecturer
You adulterer
I ain't got the time
To cosset your crime. '

'i know I blew it, James
You're right to call me names.
Why am I so stupid
To give in to Cupid? '

James slammed the door shut
He stormed out of Brenda's hut
Where their marriage evaporated
Into a soap opera overrated.

Brenda sauntered into James 's office
To seek justice.
'Why did I allow Augustin to touch me
And the best for him to see? '

'What came over you?
Brenda, from friends you couldn't pick a cue?
You got pregnant
Like a desperate tenant.'

'What about you and Rose?
Weren't you caught redhanded in a pose
That spoke compromise
Without any surmise? '

I'm a man, Brenda
Get that on your agenda.
I'm free consume any merchandise
Under my franchise. '

'James, that's outdated traditional poppycock.
You've got no right to play the peacock.
It's gender balance now.
What's more I'm not your sow.'

'Grow up, Brenda, grow up.
Our culture condones no cup
Of female sex licence
But total subjugation and obedience. '

'James, have you forgiven me
Me or should I involve Given
To spill the beans,
To reveal your incest sins? '

'Brenda, go to hell!
I'm not for sale.
If anything, I'm suing for divorce.
Of that you I have no choice. '

'Lecturer Augustin, you're guilty
Of marriage interference in Kitwe City.
You're ordered to pay James
Compensation and other punitive claims.'