You are sold to Potiphar like a male of the goats,
And of your sons and your daughters like a widow's garments;
But the children hat you have are,
All about the woman that you've married.
You are Totimey and,
You need the truth along the road of life;
But like she who played the harlot and now have children,
You need to learn at all times to keep you going in life.

Edward Kofi Louis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/totimey/