Protection

I scream on the inside
As I kill one more sin
Hands that groped on my pride
Belonged to next of kin

Between my legs I hide
A shame that I give in
Flashbacks of how I cried
Never wipe off that grin

Every bus I ride
They like to touch my skin
Reminded who'll decide
The term called feminine

Crimes of passion denied
Me to raise up my chin
The choice for any bride
Wasn't there for us to win

Kitchen or the bedside
No relief to begin
Learned and qualified
Have become dead within

Now I; a widowed bride
By the knife I stabbed in
Did not commit suicide
Fought the raping semen