Shall I now lower the fog upon my face now that you have disgraced me?
Fall in a shallow hole you dug discreetly from that narcissistic place conniving
To replace me
Shall I stand below your rain drenching wet in selfish pain,
Be a rag too erase your shame, as if I were a bloody stain
Shall I, tear the past apart as you throw away the heart, which creates me?
Wipe away from your mouth all the venom that you spout, and all the pain
You chained within me
Shall you know the cost of freedom for someone else’s treasonous reason!
“Shall I” take your sisters hand; have her call me her loving man,
Just to disgrace thee………Shall I?