Dots In My Dress

Silk, cotton, colored

Ink, broken, tattered

Elegance exudes,

Amidst mental abuse

I am remembered for one thing - my faults

Many times my rights are discounted at odds
In abundance I’m known for what I lack

Like I've donned a white apparel with a tiny spot of black

In speeches I’m infamous for my blunders

Multiple sons, so I'm nicknamed 'Mother of no-daughters'

Tis for this reason I took countless vows,

To never prove my worth

To a phony dole of doves,

With attention focused on my dirt

For dots in my dress they shall always find,

But with pride I parade and will never mind!

Atsu Dogbey

(Member of TDL)

Ink Ideas!