The door flies open and the wind passes through My husband’s home from a hard days work He drags his feet and calls to me " I want some dinner you worthless jerk" I scurry around and heat it up But my actions aren’t swift enough He takes his fist and lowers them down And pounds them in my face really rough The blood starts to ooze from my tear ducts Cause im way to proud to cry I just finish heating the dinner up Im just what he says, a useless house wife I am here on earth to please my man That’s what the Quaran says I am but a meek Muslim woman Forever in my husbands bed The only thing that I do is clean And interpret his fantasies at night I am like the whore on the street Going to each stop light The long clothes are supposed to protect me From the gawking foolish men But who I need most protection from Is my own husband I cannot abide by the laws they have set Because I know that this religion is false That Muslim women aren’t here to be the people That the Muslim men beat on the most
Reason for writing:
i was reading this book.. and muslim women are treated soo bad and i just wanted to write something about it.. comment plz
Birth sign: Virgo
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