The Mistress - Poem by Chyna Parker
She hides behind the mask,
Her duties to a man not her own,
A pitiful, corrupt task,
To which society will disown.
Even with a face of beauty,
Hidden; for the shame is great,
The man was her only duty
Banished with her whorish fate.
The mistress is unknown,
By the man that uses her most,
A mask is only shown,
For sins we do not boast
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