Oblige my craze,
For the flying hem
My pride is cast
In the span of my life,
And the passions I rouse
When I tread your streets
I turn your heads
And break your necks
As your prying eyes
Ogle at my diamonds
You stumble and grumble
At my distraction
And I smile to myself
Happy for the stir
My fortunes turned
In the land of "matoke"
And my fate was sealed
By an atrocious decree,
A generous banishment
For the misery I've caused
You are the cause, they say
Of the broken homes
And the heinous infections
You provoke our males
And spit on our morals
But I ask myself, how could I
A pretty little thing of fancy,
Cause so much havoc and distress?
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