The Adultress

They called her the Adultress 
Said she lived to impress 
The lives of other men but him 
His heart loving, her eyes dim 

Her affairs, she made no secret 
His ring, she threw in a shit pit 
His love she claimed was public 
Behind closed doors, he was a sick pig 

Foundation and eyeliner coated 
Her face blank, you didn't know it was wounded 
Her weakness, her figure, pretty slim 
Couldn’t fight back, used her beauty to hurt him 

But a lady never speaks of her antics 
Society does, Judges her, people speak 
Of her wounds they kept quiet, he was right 
They'd claim to hit her. She hurt him out of spite 

His many women, they never judged 
His seed in different homes, they accepted 
Illnesses contracted, they treated 
The wounds he inflicted on her they ignored 

Now she's found another man 
He won't hurt her has better plans 
Her face he'll kiss, her wounds he'll dress 
Yet you'll still call her an adulteress