Rolling down my cheeks the tears  of pain
Are now diluted by the pure fresh drops of rain

our happy memories
served as the ink of my pen,
that when I lost you,
I never got to write again

I don't know well
Well enough to find you on your darkest hour
Not enough to find comfort in your writhing pain
The depths of all your chaos
But not the sword that cuts through their inane iron
In an envelope that casts a pile of gold
I go deep down
A curse to make me blind

you left me broken
you left me in pain
you left so many words unspoken
you left me in the rain

but I will rise up
but I will break through
but I will not burn up
but I will not be blue

because I matter
because I survived
because I will not clatter
because I have lived

therefore you won't win
therefore you won't take my sanity
therefore you won't get a grin
therefore you won't take my humanity

These shoes be hurtin’ me
and this top’s too sheer.
I can’t sit in this skirt.
Do you think I want men to leer?

I’ll wear my skirt long,
like the Orthodox Jews:
A high-necked top
and a pair of flat shoes.

I’ll wear sneakers with socks,
and jeans or black leather.
I’ll wear wool scarves and hats
on account of the weather.

Is it really “fashion”
or some type of mockery?
To dress women like ******
seems to me an atrocity

I don’t care what you think
of the outfit I chose.
I’m considering Islam
just for the clothes.