September 21, 2009
You. You who denounces Islam
who clucks his tongue at the treatment of Muslim women
who prides himself on being shaped
by centuries of civility
You are my burqa.
You cover the curves of my spirit
that distinguish and set me apart
those colors of my soul
you black out with your oppression.
How is your misapplied sense of honor
different than the Taliban's?
Your jealous questions and penal code
stifle me like a dark robe in the summer.
They isolate me and leave eye contact
as my only connection to the world.
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