The patronising smile, the snicker and the ridicule of my true birth
All these were steps to undermine my worth
My eyes lost sleep along with oceans of tears
Not a day would pass without my life in arrears
Even in the most blessed of all places
I would be taunted for my falls from their graces
On expeditions for the righteous
Even there I was reduced to a grimace
Men of the moment they were
Quick to burn me down
They said I'd never go far
Always return home with a frown
Told me I was oppressing myself
Trying to water the desert
Said the sinners were beyond help,
That we're all inert.
They went so far as to call my dreams haraam
Simply because they did not conform
To their closeted view of the world.
Across the room I was hurled.
A criminal I was made to be
For failing to put on a facade
"You've never had any responsibility!
You're a disgrace to your blood!"
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Sunset Dust - An Anthology of Poems
PoésieA few poems written by yours truly. Since I am Muslim there may be salient Islamic themes, although I aim to appeal to all humans.
