Within the dark, oppressive burqa there is one
Who may not lift her face up to the sky,
Who on her arms may never feel the sun,
And never show her lips lest she would die.
She is as nothing that exists; she’s just
A slave to men who hate and fear and lie,
And kick their women ’round like so much dust,
And tell themselves that Allah says they must.
This brutal Allah, oh, give me his eyes!
Give me his eyes to scratch out from his face!
I’d hear him scream his scream across the skies
Until I’d torn his tongue out from its place!
Ah, blind and dumb; ah, yes, and oh, so wise,
Now tell me, Allah, what you thought you said
While I, I put my burqa on your head!

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