Ashewo
Why did you wear that skimpy shirt?
Did you expect Z to hold himself?
Shut up! You temptress 

Victims become the victimized 
Even when the facts are as clear as water 
No one wants to believe 
Yet everyone wonders why more do not speak up

Interrogations ensue
Military styled questions 
In guardrooms of doom

We all know the verdict 
Z is discharged and acquitted 
And I am not 

Ridicule becomes the order of my day 
Ashewo they say 
The wives of my father sneer at me 
Noses moving like heartbeats 
Hands in rhythmic manner 
Voices questioning me

What were you doing by the mango tree all by yourself in a short dress in Somolu? 

No one asks Z