Edward Kofi Louis
Like A Prostitute - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Why are you dressed up like a prostitute towards me tonight?
For your feet were never at home when i visited;
And what i heard was that,
All the men around played with your breasts.
You seduced them with your smooth words and,
You are almost naked in your clothes tonight;
But i will walk away alone through the thick forest and,
Through the dark forest to save my name tonight!
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