Take this shadow down from my ceiling
it reminds me of what I am.
When I'm not being the woman you may see in me
while I am making love, with a strange man.
It's only a job that I see of course
when I take those men into my arms.
And then share what was given me
while getting money, for my loveless charms.
But in the night while all alone
as the dark comes creeping in
I see within that ceilings shadow
the darkness of all my sins.
I can't seem to shake it
or wipe it from my ceilings view
it has become my lifestyle
and I'm now sharing this sin's truth with you.
I never wanted to go this far
that now my ceiling reflects what I have become
I know I could have stopped before I started
but this is what life has forced me to become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I reckon you have done a wonderful job sealing this protege you created with such force...