You are sold to Potiphar like a male of the goats, <br />And of your sons and your daughters like a widow's garments; <br />But the children hat you have are, <br />All about the woman that you've married. <br />You are Totimey and, <br />You need the truth along the road of life; <br />But like she who played the harlot and now have children, <br />You need to learn at all times to keep you going in life.<br /><br />Edward Kofi Louis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/totimey/
